Snippet #1619140

Vin felt herself get oushed to the side before her brain was really able to process what was happening. It seemed like a lot of that was happening tonight and she just felt incredibly upset at that. She felt like she was in a bad mood, something that was really rare for her. She scanned the room and saw her father just standing there with a smirk, not fighting whatsoever. She felt a certain rage course through her body before looking up and seeing Beldur be thrown across the room. Her lips went into a fine line and she felt herself cracking her knuckles, feeling bad for the unfortunate soul that had pissed her off, not that it deserved her pity.

She screamed as she threw one of her daggers and watched as it hit the ogre in its head, landing dead on her target right between its eyes. She felt herself saying a string of cusses that she hadn't even realized she had been saying as she started stomping up to the damned ogre, just wanting the night to be over with so she could sleep. She was fortunate that her dagger had managed to severely injure the ogre but right now she wasn't thinking that way. As she got up to it she just started to continueslly stab it wherever her dagger happened to land, not realizing in her mind that it had died many stabs ago. The fact that her father had left with a few other darkspawn also didn't register in her head, no, she just kept on stabbing the ogre, the string of cusses still flowing from her mouth.