Meliadoul took a moment to notice the Dragon's current physical health, and she was majorly concerned, although as the Dragon massed her strength to slow down the men, she charges straight foward, pulling over her green hood. She charged towards the vanguard of the brigade, taking in a deep breath. taking in the fresh cold air while it lasted, and did not taste of blood and rotten bodies, hers, or theirs. The Horses were slowed, Pretty much useless at this point, and she thrust towards what seemed was the leader of the vanguard, in his current state on the horse he couldn't do much, and was stabbed through the gut upwards, She quickly moved onwards, Sadly most of the other warriors had begane to dismount, still having trouble moving that is from all the vines, but it was better then being on an unstable horse.
Meliadoul took charge towards the first man, He swung downwards to his head, his foot work was incredibly sloppy because of the vines, she simply moved into bulls guard, and stabbed into his heart, ending his life as she kicked him off of his blade.
She continued to do this, quickly thrusting and slashing through the brigade of slowed men, taking one at a time. She fought, although they were starting to break free. More and more started to resist, gaining morale through one man in the back, she couldn't tell. Soon three were apon her.
Meliadoul took Bull's gaurd, parrying a downwards strike and pushing it to the side, stabbing right through the leather gambesson . A sudden flash of pain met her in the back of her left shoulder, One of the men had snuck behind her, and missed the blow to her head due to her movement foward. She quickly took stance and sliced his throat with a blade. The last one charged at her with a dagger, "Poor fool" She thought, she had the range advantage, She quickly thrust towards his chest, he couldn't dodge it time.
Then , they gained moral , ten about her. She did the best she could, parrying, slicing, managing to take two of them out but there was simply too many, she knew she wouldn't last long and her wounds were starting to amass. She wouldn't fail, she wouldn't /die/ to this. She unleashed a battle cry, gaining a sudden burst of energy, her adrenaline up she managed to grab the shaft of a spear, yanking it from the man with immense strength, She quickly turned on a swivel, Killing one at a time, stab after stab..
Until one of them, a man of 7 ft tall managed to resist the full slow of the vines, and charged through them towards Meliadoul, Meliadoul took pflug stance, placing the blade at her hip with the point pointed towards his head. The man had a dane axe, nearly as tall as him. He swung towards her, and she stepped foward into the shaft, taking a mightly blow towards her side, causing her to keel over and cough. But she would persevere, stabbing through his maile into his chest... Pushing him off the blade of the spear.
She took a knee, breathing heavy, coughing a tad of blood as she stood up, using the spear as a heavy support..
