[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

Being stabbed [i]hurt[/i], but it was a familiar thing. As soon as the spear was withdrawn, Tyaethe could already feel the wound healing of its own volition, shadows bubbling over the injury and restoring it to smooth skin even as the magically-conjured armour regenerated. A hit and run tactic like that was hardly an obstacle unless the one behind it wizened up and heavily improved their aim, rather than deciding that her waist was somehow an instant kill.

If this had been some other time, it would have been exhilarating. Even if this was just a random nobody hiding behind his associates rather than fighting her face to face, at least they showed the strength and skill to put up a challenge.

But... those [i]things.[/i] She wasn't close enough to hear Clarice's explanation, nor intimately familiar with exactly what they were--at least off the top of her head--but their very [i]presence[/i] in this location set her teeth on edge, a crawling feeling of wrongness that made it clear that they [i]must[/i] be destroyed as soon as possible. The Goddesses demanded it.

And she had to deal with this [i]overconfident spearman[/i]. Well, if he was going to hide, then she'd just have to make it clear exactly how bad it was to engage, right? Scare off the meatshields a little. They'd already seen her shrug off being impaled, so what was a little more injury? So far, she had at least presented an attempt to fight normally, but now... now they were in the way.

The first one reacted surprisingly quickly. It was impressive in its own right, her own surge forwards and his reaction carving a chunk out of the armour, and her own hip. Not that it mattered, now the vampire was [i]in[/i] their line, freeing one hand from her sword to grab his head and [i]shove.[/i]

It would probably be better if nobody looked too closely at his head later. Or the head of the man to his left, where the two had collided.

On her other side, the unsurprisingly freaked-out looking boar had taken the consideration that if stabbing and cutting her didn't work, maybe smashing her shoulder in with a mace would? It was a pretty smart move, she might have admitted, if it weren't for the fact that [i]he had just seen the damage heal.[/i]

For his oversight, her once again uninjured arm swung, liberating his arm from his body. Not a threat, now, and soon enough he'd be dead.

Getting stabbed from behind, aimed slightly higher but still [i]nowhere[/i] accurate for her heart, was another nuisance. As was the fact that somehow the boars [i]behind[/i] her still thought to present a front with which the spearman could hide behind.

"Get out here, coward!"