When the gates gave way, Andrea danced forward. Her feet barely leaving steps in the heavy snow. Her arms crossed for extra warmth within her cloak. All the while, her tattered cloak swayed with the winter wind as she took the lead at first. Yet, as the cries of soldiers and the symphony of steel alerted her freezing ears, she fell back. Her ruby gaze watched as her companions walked past her. The Troubled Mercenary, The Eager Archer, The Silent Mage, The Faithful Girl, and The Metal Warrior. Each one with their own troubles, hopes, dreams, and nightmares. If she was the same little girl in chains, this would be the group of heroes her father would have weaved together. Would she be part of the story her father weaved? She begged the hells below that this wouldn't be the case. To anyone that would listen, this shouldn't be the case.

Andrea forced herself to push forward. Even at the bickering objections of her voice. While her feet broke the snow, she eyed Bromann curiously offering a small look to provide some comfort towards him. [color=ec008c]“Careful. It's good to be alert, but not at the point of getting a sprained ankle.”[/color] Andrea jested, then turned towards the metal warrior with an interested look. Unsure what kind of armor he wore, how it worked, how useful it might be. Examining the craftsmanship with an admiring eye. Perhaps the man inside the armor might provide the castings of such craft. She opened her mouth to ask, but that was when the rot grabbed her noise. At that moment she froze.

Her step, heart, and mind, all stopped. The smell of rot of the creature, the twisted form, the dim pulse that echoed with an envious heartbeat. All reminders of home. All reminders of [i][b]Him[/b][/i]. At that moment, her eyes were completely enveloped with a bright emerald green.  Her fingers undressed her dagger from the sheath. Cracked and embroidered with runes that tasted her heart and soul. With gritted teeth and eyes that burned with fury and malice she stepped forward towards the bear. Stopping for a moment to eye the metal warrior before shaking her head, returning her focus onto the bear. “[color=39b54a]A creature that deserves a better master.[/color]”

Andrea threw off her head, her silver hair passing through the wind as her emerald eyes focused on the bear. Eyeing the creature, not with pity but with desire. With a tilted head to the left, she glanced towards curly and gestured towards Rachel, Thorne and Bromann.”[color=39b54a]They need your shields the most. I don't see much armor on them. That, Herculean is mine.[/color]” Andrea's voice declared with the same ethereal tone that Axol heard before. Without a moment later she moved around the shield with a possessive glare at the creature. “[color=39b54a]It's always a shame when I find something like you so openly shown. Fret not, we will take better care of you.[/color]” Andrea rushed forward leaping forward with elven grace until she landed on the creature back and proceeds to stab the creature with furious grace.

Actions:
Moved towards the bear 
Basic attack on bear