by Lynxy » Mon Mar 10, 2014 12:03 pm
Camilla stepped out of the depression and proudly stood to her full height (which wasn't particularly imposing in and of itself) looking positively deadly with a face twisted in rage and purple energy rolling up both of her arms. Her vision was clearing and she scanned the party for the pompous sorcerer that needed to be taught that the ability to cast cantrips didn't make you party leader, and it didn't make you special. She raised her hands and readied an eldritch blast to carry her message more swiftly than words ever would. The shot was horribly unfocused due to her rage, though the amount of sheer force she was pouring into it with both hands probably made up for that. Moments before she fired, though, something... interesting... happened. The shouting match between the sorcerer and the smaller fighter woman, which almost seemed to have been ending, suddenly devolved further as the fighter stepped forward with a roar and laid her target out with one swing.
She stared for a moment to make sure the kitsune stayed down, then the energy for her attack, as well as her anger, dissipated. She walked toward the two of them as she flicked the remaining energy from her fingertips and smirked as she approached the fighter, whom she suddenly liked. "Nice swing. I'd give it a 9.3" She looked in the direction of the yelling rogue that interrupted her introduction and shrugged, "I guess she wants us to move, and I'm partial to agreeing on that much, at least." She claps the warrior on the shoulder and turns to head into the woods, saying over her shoulder to the party in general "If someone wants to waste the effort, drag her along." As she passes by the crumpled form of their sorcerer.