[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

Riding out in a hurry... well, there was only one thing to be done after throwing on more appropriate clothes: hitch a ride with someone else. She barely weighed anything [i]anyway[/i], and it made for a far less annoying situation than riding at speed on a horse that she was frankly too small to easily control. Not that she couldn't--after all, she had enough practice if it came down to it, all other abilities aside--but it was a pain.

Holding on to Fionn (what did the man have against saddles? Oh well, it made this [i]less[/i] inconvenient, from her perspective) the entire journey was still annoying. But that was travelling for you, there wasn't really a way to do it quickly and comfortably, you could only pick one.

"If you want to break down gates, the Ingvarr would probably be more appropriate..." Tyaethe said with a sigh, nonetheless jumping down and advancing on the gates. There was always the little matter of body mass, and there was no way she would have the same mass as one of them throwing himself at the fortifications. Naturally, she was probably the [i]last[/i] person to realise that the gates were ajar, although it made the job much easier: just grab one of the partly-opened edifices and heave. The hingest were well oiled and surprisingly balanced, so it didn't take all that much work to pull it open.

Not that she was paying much attention to that, something quite different catching her attention. Blood. [i]Lots[/i] of blood. The fault didn't seem like it had been assaulted at any point, but the stench, even in the open...

"There's going to be a lot of bodies," the vampire stated dully, finished shoving the gate wide.