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[center][hr][b]Interacting with:[/b] Dao Ma | Sewyn [@Dao Ma][@Force and Fury]
[b]Opportunity:[/b] Eskand-aligned Players – Head for Chamonix.[hr]
[b]Event:[/b] Fields of Fire [b]Location:[/b] Between Relouse and Chamonix | Wandering Mountain[/center]
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[color=gray]There was nothing but searing pain running down the collective body which her mind still managed to inhabit. The taste of dirt and iron mixed in her mouth before abruptly expelling itself out of her mouth and onto her soiled clothes. There was nothing for her but the constant throbbing and drumming of pain coursing through her temple. With each stroke of pain, the broken memory of the last few hits making contact from the airborne heretic, ran through her memory. She didn’t have much time to wallow in defeat with the sound of murmurs and the devastating flapping of wings in the background. 

Luckily for her, Ulfhild’s bindings were broken and her arms once again free. Soothing magic crept into the fractures and breaks that riddled her body. Almost as if turning back time or forwarding it much into the future, her body began to heal. She could breathe peacefully without fear of her ribs piercing her lungs. Once haggard she was born anew. The only remnants of the battle she had was blood stained on her chin and the dirt on her face. Sewyn had come to her aid, which was rather disappointing as she was the one who was tasked with saving him. He wasn’t in the top three for nothing. Ulfhild could do nothing more than accept her duty and continue on with Sewyn and the rest of the Eskandr forces. 

Before she could race back to her allied lines, her perpetrator called to her. It was a common occurrence with the Parrench to spare the Eskandr people and then ask for their help in whatever battle they could not handle on their own. And while the lucrative thought of defeating a dragon and saving people did weigh on her, she knew she could not give up her people. Plus, if the majority of the Parrench forces were to fall now, it would be a victory for Eskand. [color=3cb371]“Enjoy your singular victory”[/color] she laughed at his mention of the result of battle, [color=3cb371]“Keep your offer, I look forward to the next time we meet.”[/color] With that she ran to the lines of her people. 

Once she made it to allied lines the thoughts of Hildr began to flood her mind. She had been so consumed by her unwavering ability to not die and attack Parrench when she could, that she forgot her sister. She had more than likely stayed, whether to help or to cement her allegiance with the other side was unknown. It would be something she would have to wrestle with later and perhaps consult Kol and Vali in the matter. For now she owed Sewyn her life and freedom, for now the destination was set for Chamonix. 
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