
Originally Posted by
Caylie Unicorn
Styr sits down on the roof and waits for the evil to defeat itself, turning and glancing around the mass of blood and discarded bodies Styr shakes her head; pity to lose a village to such monsters. Directing her attention back to group fighting below she wonders if they will fight until all is dead, that would be helpful, less evil for her to have to pick up after.
Rolling off the roof Styr takes flight and begins helping and healing the wounded villagers and directing them into the forest, smiling slightly to herself she counts the saved; fifteen out of the mass, she considered herself lucky to find any alive. Making sure the villagers were snug in the safety of the forest Styr returns to the roof to watch the destruction of her problems, folding her wings neatly against her back she assess the battle below.