Damaia Hazil |
With the cacophony going on around them she almost didn't hear Mags, but his meaning was clear. She trusted her new companions - more than she would have expected, or seemed wise. But somehow, it seemed natural - to keep the guards off her as she helped Mags.
Once he exposed her target she didn't need any prompting. Lifting her sword over her head she brings it down like an axe, there is little grace and almost no style to it, but she didn't need it to, she only needed to hack through the downed creature - for it could no longer be called a man - and that supernatural chain that was hopefully holding it all together.
Mechanics
Main Hand: (two-handed) Long sword
Off Hand: -
Movement:
Action;
Chop chop