Katariah let out a long, slow breath. The goblin shaman was long gone, and the two women that she had chosen to defend were here, but even so it took every single piece of willpower to stop herself chasing down the fleeing goblin. Her mind is focused on the distance, on controlling the complete cold rage of battle, so much so that she almost misses Ameiko's words. Unexpected as they are, they shatter the remnants of icy rage, and the keleshite girl turns to regard Ameiko with a bit of shock in her eyes. For a little while, a court-trained tongue is lost for words. "Uh. Katria. Kat. Saharkar. Katria Saharkar." She looks down, knowing for sure that she is blushing. With a practiced movement, she shakes her greatblade, hard, a wet splatter of goblin blood and
goblin hitting the dusty street. Sliding it into it's leather cover, far more forgiving of a bit of blood than a sheath, she is passed her scimitar by the black cloak of flame, whose eyes and mouth have closed now that combat is not in the offing, and with a rag from her belt pouch begins to carefully clean the blade without a trace of self-consciousness. "Well, it isn't anything special... my brother taught me the basics, and a friend improved on that... compared to either of them, i'm clumsy, and a fool. I'm sure that actress from before thinks of me as such." She laughs faintly, half self deprecation and half nervousness. And then she suddenly realizes something. "Hey! You're hurt! We need to get you to a healer... and I should check and make sure there aren't more of those things lurking around... You too Braids - that creature bit you in the leg, and those kinds of wounds can become necrotic if you aren't careful." Like a mother hen, she shushes her chicks towards the church, while at the same time listening for more screams or sounds of trouble, after all, can't just be sitting idle while enemies are raiding the town.
|the commando got stuck on the blade, the same one she was wandering around holding one-handed all this time|