Yolanda – The battle.
As the others helped themselves to libations she relaxed, enjoying the gentle sunlight, for a time it felt like the home she'd long forgotten. A bunch of people sharing what they had in the most out of the way places in the world. For a time she only looked at the sky, not wanting to shatter the fleeting feeling that was as brief and beautiful as a butterfly. A tear slipped down her cheek as memories she thought were long gone rose to the surface, of skies like these and people like the ones she was with. In a moment of childish innocence she thought, I don't want any of them to die. A thought that was quickly brushed away as Amaro spoke and brushed away that feeling she'd been so fleetingly clinging to.
Looking towards him she offered her own small smile and wiped that stray tear from her face. They were strangers, it wasn't home, they weren't her people. Aside from this person they wouldn't be affected if she died or lived and even he likely only cared due to the coin she'd offered him. As if on cue he spoke of her proposition and with a sudden renewed interest she tilted her head and waited for his thoughts on the matter. Was he going to refuse, or was he going to accept? How much could she really trust him, but what choice did she really have any more?
Then the unwelcome sound of battle shattered the thin veneer and her head whipped around, her featuresh ardening for a moment in a mix of fright and anger. It was time to fight and she could feel herself shaking already. She'd not really had any time to prepare with the swords, she hadn't received much training at all and she only really knew how to cut apples with a blade. It was going to be so different, she would have to actually kill something, someone! Whether she care d to admit it or not theses were people, they were sentient, they had families, thoughts and needs. She'd never killed a person, she'd never purposely killed anything in her life, a thick superstition set by her people about all life kept her from wanting to tamper with it. However now, now she would have to hunt and kill and she felt pale and weak at the thought.
The money though was her primary goal and there were no superstitions surrounding murder, paid or otherwise. As people began to assemble around Darek she took a deep breath and slipped the packs to the floor, moving with that same fluid grace to the rest and bearing at the map he was drawing in the dirt and briefly to the camps she could barely see below. Her lip was briefly tugged on by her teeth before she turned her concentration to the plan. Amaro's voice behind her both steadied her nerves and instilled her a little confidence. She would talk to him later, as if he was deciding that nothing bad would happen to her before that could happen. Surprisingly she also drew a lot of comfort from Darek's words and the sudden regal position he took, finally looking a little like the leader he claimed to be.
The plan, to her, sounded sound enough, get in, bash things, get out. Mind you she wasn't too thrilled with being in the lead of their little expedition, she was after all the most under prepared and untrained person amongst their group. Then Amaro bought up a rather logical point, there weren't many at the camps but there were enough to possibly overwhelm them if they weren't quick enough, honestly they had a sword man, a large barbarian type person, Amaro, Darek and then her and Ms. Halfax whose roles were both supporting rather than attacking, as far as she was concerned anyway. Selena also looked troubled and then Yolanda had a foolish idea. “I'll do it.” she uttered, her voice little and quiet but she unclipped her own armour and let it fall to the floor.
“Sweet Leaf, were there any of those hand held bow contraptions? Cross bows da?” She motioned with a hand rather distantly, as if she herself wasn't certain what she was supposed to be doing; which she wasn't. All she knew was this was a better idea than walking in front of the others with weapons she had no ability with and no idea how to fight. “I'll take one and some bolts, I thinks we can all agree I am the most distracting of our little group.” She offered a small, playful smile that underlined how terrified she actually was right now, it was sheer will alone that kept her from trembling visibly. Though there was a fine tremor in the clenched fist at her side. “It makes more sense than me wielding the weapons I don't know how to use yet.” Though she'd be taking the daggers just in case.
Selena Halfax – The Battle.
Quietly she enjoyed the food she had taken, sitting on the log quietly to contemplate the upcoming battle, what would be the best idea and what would lead to disaster. She was no tactician nor battle maiden. She did though have an intelligence about her and could use common sense to figure out what made sense and what did not.
Then the battle horn sounded, wrenching her from her internal thoughts which had become so loud and violent that her mind was calm once more. Her eyes flickered up from the seed she'd been toying with for several minutes to the rest of her group. Quietly she pushed aside the dirt and slipped the seed into the ground, covering it and pressing it down lightly before making her way calmly and serenely to the others.
She met Darek's eyes and offered a brief smile before turning her eyes to the battle plan. So he did study, rather than simply shut himself away from the world, the plan did sound like a good base to work from. It was a logical way to go about things. Yolanda and Amaro were quick footed and would be wonderful scouts with training. While Asvald, Kyoht and Aralys were all a little harder to hide and keep hidden and she had no ability for physical strain. Though she did have a little trick of her own which would likely compliment the team thoroughly.
Before she'd had the time to volunteer herself as a distraction Yolanda had, she had to admire the girls bravery, she was shaking like a leaf. Still, she couldn't really blame her, Selena wanted to be scared, but she couldn't bring herself to be. She had to be a pillar of support for these men who'd need their souls as well as their bodies refreshed and mended while in the thick of the battle. So her serene, calm and quietly confident and strong look was her contribution right then.
Followed by. “If I may be so bold gentlemen. I have a few tricks of my own.” She offered Darek a secretive smile but leaned away from the others, folding her hands in front of her as if in prayer she whispered into her closed fist, words in a language lost to humans, that still resonated with some, centuries ago. “Ku'lam lotha ssussun d' kestal lu' ib'ahalii. Ulu da'rex abbil, ol zhah draeval.” As she whispered her words the wind picked up and raced about the glade in a swift but gentle gale that lifted her hair from her shoulders. The pale strands began to glow, while a pale light also tried to escape beneath her lashes, soft and silver with hints of pale green. Between her hands a white gold light began to shimmer, faint as a butterfly with a pulse all of it's own, lighting up the delicate, frail skin of the woman in a soft orange that soon turned to silver.
As the wind began to die, her hair began to settle and the shimmer of magic faded from the locks, the light behind her eyes also disappeared as she slowly opened them to look lovingly down at her hands. Carefully she began to open her fingers one by one, as the petals of her fingers fell away the light grew, it's pulsing slowing but stronger, it's strong white gold hue fading to a paler, but bright white. Until, sitting between her palms was a small ball of white light, it's centre invisible to even those that could stand looking directly at it.
As if knowing, the little ball seemed to move from her hands and hang about her head like a bubble of light that shimmered, swayed and turned upon itself. Further the lights once bright glow was softer and more friendly, thus not likely to be seen by certain soon to be victims, it's mass offering a gentle hum like that of a girl far away singing.
With a soft sigh of pride (and a little exhaustion) she glanced to the group. “This is my light, it is not a sentient creature but a useful thing for lighting the way. If Miss Yolanda doesn't mind I would like to offer his ability to distract the interlopers and she could hide within the trees to...” She didn't want to say it so she skipped the word that went against all her thesis and learning. “Thus preventing her from needing to reveal herself so soon and removing an element of danger from the field?” She looked to Darek then, wondering what his reaction would be not only to her suggestion but her show of ability. After all the last he'd seen her she had no 'magic'.