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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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...But there was nothing more to confront. Lexann's muscles relaxed and the Forge was set upon the ground, its flames receding into its depths as she used it instead to lean against for just a moment. Her ember within had flared during the battle, pushing her body to its limits when she was on the search for her shield. Now she ached and terribly missed the rain that cooled her skin against the fire within. "[color=lightpink]Just a moment,[/color]" she reminded herself and stood tall again. Later there would be drinks and a bed--she could rest then. A stretch of her arms, a roll of her shoulders, and Lexann rested the Forge over her back. 

Like any trained soldier, Lexann would make her way back to where the hunters had first assembled to fight against the void. Though she was still easily distracted and quick to offer a hand-- a survivor here, she took his hand and pulled him onto his feet. A survivor there, she offered her weight for him to lean against until someone else could help him off to the busy medics.  The soldiers were no hunters, but she found out they had held out against the Void where even some hunters had failed when she finally came upon the small band. 

Her hand raised in a fist, then her eyes flickered to the hunters as one finger extended for each: a tiny one with a large...barrel, the flurry of fire she had stood with against the ogre, a tall and mysterious woman that instilled...fear? into Lexann, and the elegant Roc rider lost in her own thoughts. One for herself and she looked down at her hand. Five fingers, five hunters.

The fist closed again and she exhaled. Then Lexann stepped forward to slap the blue haired woman on the back with a grin. "[color=lightpink]Those bastards exploded more! Time for beer![/color]" she suggested simply.