When they head out on the path away from shelter, Rachel once more fell completely silent. She was focused, always facing forward, her face far too calm for the situation at hand. This winter, even if it felt like it was waiting for her to die so it could swallow her whole before she was taken into safety, it had always been with her since the beginning of this strange pilgrimage whether she'd like it or not; whether it was in her surroundings, in her body or in her dreams. When she looked at her palms one more time on the way, snowflakes resting on her once warm skin, they did not appear as signs of frostbite anymore. Now, the snow feels more like a friend. White, soft and pure, just like...

The heavy stomps crunching into the snow-covered ground snapped her out of her long train of thought, realization sinking in as the inconspicuous mound before her grew in size and began showing its true colors. A monster beyond her own limited imagination, limbs contorted with bone growing and sticking out of their flesh in cold air, black ichor dripping, oozing and popping endlessly from its mutilated husk of a body. Two in fact, flanking on her group from two sides, equally horrific as the first one.

Rachel froze for a moment. She has felt lost many times before, always unsure what to do unless someone came to tell her, but only once has he ever truly felt this feeling of being trapped. She either would have ran away or stayed in the comforts. This time, there's no easy escape. Her hand kept twitching at the belt on her waist, was she shivering from the cold again? Or was she hesitating?

[i][color=gold]Rachel, Little Lamb...[/color][/i]

It called out to her again, momentarily taking her out of the terrifying encounter. When it came, her eyes snapped open, and for a short moment, everyone and everything blurred out into nothing and she saw nothing but trees and white snow.

[i][color=gold]Light a torch, then the [b]ritual [/b]shall begin.[/color][/i]

As Bromann let loose his arrows at the smaller creature, if he were to look at her by his side in his moment of nervousness, he would see her eyes had locked in on the same target as his as she slowly reached into her white wool cloak. From it, she slid out something that is a complete contrast to her otherwise harmless appearance, its unusual nature starting with a glint of a steel that shouldn't even shine light with everything blocking the sun from ever fully reaching it. 

A sinister-looking dagger with a sharp crooked blade like the fire of a lit candle, its handle of dark wooden texture although mostly covered by her hand can be seen bearing hints of scorched marks. She then adjusted her grip, allowing her to keep the blade pointed down and tighten her grasp on it in a particular stance.

Her face showed grim determination in the face of the morbid creatures at first, before turning slightly at Bromann, her scrunched brows softening for a more amiable expression. [color=khaki]"Mister... I never asked your name, didn't I? That was very rude of me. My name is Rachel, Rachel Backe, and I would like to borrow one of your arrows for a moment, please."[/color] She raised her free hand already expecting his cooperation, a dim glow of color glowing at her fingertips.

Actions:
1. Should Bromann offer her his arrow, her hand emits a warm glow. She casts Hellblight on the arrow, its hellish flame, small and contained, now coating its point and holds onto it, basking in the small light. - [b]Hellblight [E][/b]
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Hellblight [E] - [Magic] E, [Type Affinity - Fire] F, [Type Affinity - Indirect] F, [Selective Magic] F, [Magic AoE] F ; [i]causes target to combust in hellish fire[/i] - 1 Post Cooldown
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2. Aim the arrow towards the smaller monster.

3. Throw - Hurl the burning arrow towards the smaller monster.