Snippet #1979558

Rose was no scout, that much was plainly obvious. Compared to the assassin behind her, whereas he would have been a whisper, she would have been a shout, yelling 'Hey, look at me!'. Though, it was an unfair assessment, as the Assassin most likely spent his entire life perfect and training his craft. He could make the woodland creatures- if they had been any anywhere in the whole bleeding area- stick out comparatively. On her own though she did an... Adequate job as a scout. She was trained to fight in formation with her sisters, whether it be on the wall or on the ground, and this scouting thing was relatively new for her.

But like hell was she going to give Shawn the satisfaction of this job over her. The anger she felt towards the barbarian had funneled and fueled her into determination. She carefully gauged each step, listened to the surroundings around her, kept her eyes on a pivot and always kept an arrow nocked. Where she lacked in stealth compared to the assassin, she more than made up for in accuracy- no doubt. She had believed herself to be the best in the Valigart after all.

The sight the pair of them came upon was... Surprising, to say the least. The bloody legion had been using a dragon- a beast of the wilds that she only heard of in tales from her father when she was just a little girl. Cautionary tales about the beasts and dangers of the forests. Of course she always brushed these stories off and paid no mind to them. To see one here and now, being used as a bridge for the legion no less... It was humbling. The sight sapped whatever remained of her anger and was replaced by apprehension. She wished not for the first time, nor the last, that she was never chosen for this mission.

But here she was, and those were the cards she was dealt. She looked back at Shurik, surprise clearly plastered to her brow. Of course the assassin didn't seem to be phased by this sight. A want to roughly shake the man and ask him if he even saw the damn thing shot through her head, but held it in check. He was a... Hard man to read, and shaking him wouldn't help in the slightest bit. She turned away from Shurik and further inspected the wall... The wall they would have to cross. And soon.

Aside from the dragon (which was a sight in of itself) Rose saw the Legion unit seemingly led by a grotesque monster. A dry being- for it could not be called human, nor did she believe it even was once- that seemed powerful, strong. She closed her eyes, shaking her head. Things were not fun. Her eyes analyzed the rest of the wall, taking note of where the grate had been and it's supposedly enchanted bars before turning back to Shurik. He was the first to speak. Strange, him being the stoic fellow and all.

"We will have to use the dragon," He murmured. "It is inadvisable, yes, but it is also the only forthcoming solution. We will have to distract them. That is your specialty, I trust?" "

She threw a glance back at the wall before giving him an answer. She raised two fingers and spoke, "Two flavors. Smoke and sound. Smoke to disorganize," she raised a white fletched arrow partly out of her quiver as an example, "and sound to confuse," she said, dropping the white and raising a pink fletched arrow. She grinned and added, "Am I really that predictable?"

She found herself wondering if the back of the dragon could be frozen over, like she did earlier during the charge. That would buy them some time, at least, but would it be enough? She kept her musings to herself and spoke once more, "Shall we return to the others then?" She asked.