Rise up. Or die an infidel [M]

[Medievarad]

Limadan merely smirked at the ferocity Luthien utilised to slaughter her foes. A hint of admiration was felt by the giant.Yet. He had other purposes than murdering these heathen fools. They were transporting a sainted weapon. This lord Daracen was known to collect artifacts like this.

He merely passed through the gore Luthien caused, allowing her to cut loose and cause destruction. His target was a large carrying cart in the middle of the caravan. Slicing down someone who got in his way with a simple slice from his zweihander, he reached his destination, smacking his fist through the wood.

What he pulled out was a magnificent great battleaxe, decorated white and golden. Holy power brimming from it and hissing upon contact with Limadan's armor. Intruiging. A battleaxe. "I have what I need. Leave two of the horses alive." Was his command. Both passed on verbally and mentally. "Besides that. Take what you wish. There should be some enchanted weaponry around if you so wish. No matter if it is holy." He grabbed the axe close to the head, grabbing the leash of a surviving horse and walking away from the bloodshed, waiting for Luthien to finish.

[Parkway]

She nodded.  "Thank you m'lord."

Luthien wasted no time, she let loose a fury...a rage not often seen.  Her blade coming down into the chest of the flag holder.  For to her not even he was safe.  One of the archers scrambled to the top of the wagon and struck her in the shoulder.  She snarled.

Lowering her body she pulled a finely crafted dagger which she proceed the hurl right into the head of the man.  She broke off the fletching of the arrow so it would not get caught but this did not slow her down. 

Unfortunately he was the last one.  She hopped up and stood over the archer, she placed her foot on his chest as she used both hands to pull the dagger out.  New blood covered her.  Now a mixture of her foes and her own.  This only slowed her slightly as she pillaged what she could.

"M'lord...I need help...please pull it out.  I can do the rest."  Her eyes glazed with pain but she still stood erect.  Never would a wound like this break her.

[Medievarad]

Limadan merely stood waiting there, the head of the greataxe against the floor, his hands resting on the hilt. Only as Luthien approached him with the wounded shoulder, he merely nodded at her plea for help. With the pressure of his foot, he dug the axe into the floor slightly, leaving it standing on it's own. He put a hand on the wounded shoulder, and grabbed the wooden shaft with his other.

With a swift movement, he pulled the arrow out of her shoulder again. A broad and smooth tip. Good. It wasn't barbed so the damage would be managable. "Well done." Was what he said as he dropped the arrow to the floor.

[Parkway]

Luthien gritted her teeth as he deftly pulled the arrow out.  She quickly went into motion, this time into her satchel she pulled a vial out and drank it.  Next a torn piece of cloth, a leather strip and another paste like substance.

Taking some water from her container she washed away what she could and then smeared the paste onto the open wound.    Next she pulled out thread and a needle.

The paste helped ease the flow of blood, this made it easier to stitch the wound.  The leather was for her to bite down on, which she did.  the vial she drank to help with the pain. 

She worked as quickly as she could.  Once all stitched she wrapped the cloth around it and returned all the items she nodded to him and gestured she was ready.

[Medievarad]

She seemed to be adept at healing herself. Not even asking for help beyond pulling out the arrow. Intruiging. He grabbed the axe, putting his foot in the notch of a saddle, lifting himself into it, the large axe resting on his shoulder. He noddes as she signed and notioned at her horse.

"Fought with such ferocity. I am impressed."