[b][color=#a4161a]"Gah- ow! Godspit, now I'm pissed off!"[/color][/b]

[i]Everything [/i]hurts, and Yvonne gained a newfound hatred toward wizards. She had squared up with Ragnar before. Several times. Bastard was resilient as a cockroach, but he's not quite [i]that [/i]powerful. Or fast. Yeah, normal people wouldn't stand a chance, but she ain't exactly normal. She's perfectly capable of overpowering him for a few moment, usually enough to land a crippling blow before disengaging. Crippling enough that even some new conscripts would have no issue staying away from his grubby hands.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Can anyone cut off his leg? Stab him through the heart maybe? That'll slow him down quite a bit."[/color][/b] She could hardly believe the words coming out of her own mouth, but that's the plain unpleasant truth. [b][color=#a4161a]"Or cave his head in, if you can. That's the only part the bastard ever bothered to protect."[/color][/b]

Scrambling to her feet, Yvonne wiped the blood going down her eyes as she reached for the decorative weapon rack. The... billhook will do just fine. It's actually quite well-made, if looking old. Probably older than her, if she had to hazard a guess. It'll work just fine.

Hopefully.