Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10356852-20140107015511/@comment-7838080-20140216034855

Nauta wasn't one not to be without spilling her share of blood. Together, the two friends combined carved a swathe of death through the pack of beowolves. Nauta brought her shield around to hit a second beowolf as it charged her, the shield's sharpened edge slicing clean through the beast's neck.

Seeing its comrade fall, another came lunging at her. Bringing up her shield, she blocked the beast, sending it off to the side as she brought her lance around, the blade slamming into its neck like a meat cleaver. The dead beowolf showed no signs of getting up, and the tigress lancer snarled in challenge.

Rising to the challenge, a third came barreling at her in a charge. The lancer stood her ground, her shield brought up to guard as it lunged at her. She blocked with the shield, her lance spearing clean through the beowolf like it was to be served for dinner.

Bringing her lance out of the beast, Nauta brought the sharpened edge of the shield down on the beowolf's neck, severing its head from its shoulders. After delivering the coup de gras, she let out a triumphant roar, banging her fist against her shield, daring the other beasts to attack her.