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.
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