Battle, the clanging of metal, the cries of rage around her and the battle cry's of friend and foe alike. Her ears rang as she moved to tackle a small goblin that had been unfortunate enough to cross her path as others ran past her. Her sense of smell burned with blood of goblin while her companions tore apart the area around her. The twang of an arrow. The sight of a friend. Ithilwe moved past her, keeping his distance as she dispatched her own foe nearbye.
An elven cry, Amathlan above, finished with her current foe she continued on. Her paws aching from the near constant rush she forced upon her form in their charge throughout the ruin as she lumbered up a flight of steps. Another bow twang and whistle of a flying arrow, was it ithilwe?
No, it was to far away. Then suddenly pain,
a roar erupt from her throat as burning pain shot through her shoulder and yet she had other matters to focus upon. Turning her head she bit down on the arrow haft tossing the remainder aside before her paws moved into a charge. Barreling several goblins off the side of the upper edge of the ruin to the familiar dwarf below. However yet another pain coursed over her easily targeted hide. That of a goblin blade slashed through her side. Only for it to fall to the spear of her friend Amathlan who ran past with a fury that seemed to boil like white fire in its ever consuming path.
Finding herself in to dangerous a spot she followed him until they reached the other side of the goblin ruin, the task had been completed. the cargo gathered, she collapsed beside ithilwe with a pained whine before hearing his voice as she struggled. blackness covered her arrow wound. "Hold on Gisuna." was all she heard him say. Before an unfamiliar voice ahead. "Where are my Boxes!"
