[u]Mar[/u]

At the boy's command, the dead turned from simple corpses into undead within moments. Men, women and children, the villagers, had risen onto their feet to attack the group. Their gaunt faces and bodies in the many stages of decomposition while they shambled toward them, the fresher ones far quicker as they hadn’t much time to rot completely. Reflexively Mar's shoulder pulled her scythe back then lashed it forward. Several undead’s torsos were rendered in half. Their legs still walked yet nothing above the waist seemed be much of a threat, their ribcages left behind to crawl the distance. Her tail pushed her toward them, edging closer to the gathering threat while she left Grey and Althalus took care of the door. It was thankful Aramir had accompanied her on at least one hunting trip or else she would never have known humans and other bipeds didn't read body language alone. Unlike Naga, or Tyrael, they needed words to establish when and where to strike, something Mar found rather annoying. It was only in the last few hunts had Althalus began to understand her slight clues in order to act accordingly. 
 
"Both of you try to move back towards the door and stay behind me." Mar stated soundly.
 
 She needed a wide sweeping area for her scythe, something she wouldn’t risk when she didn’t know their position, as she readied for another swing once they moved. Last thing which would help was if she cut down her allies among the enemy. Unlike the others, even if the undead got within her close range, she still had a tail to defend against which meant she could coil about and crush them. Though the notion was much more effective if they were able to die. However all she could was cut them into smaller pieces and that would, at some point, make things harder. It was shortly after she heard the crashing of glass, her eyes shifted to Althalus’s casual reply at Grey, his dagger unsheathe and ready, willing to shed the boy’s blood. Though she wondered a bit if the man was too late in that aspect while she recalled the sight at the window, right before the boy vanished. 
 
Her eyes flickered to the man, the father of her child, the pain still light deep inside as the fact he didn’t seem disturbed by the task had slightly upset Mar inside. How many times had he done this and had it became as easy as breathing to him? She felt her body tense up at the observation which poured into her mind, mostly at the fact he didn’t seemed to trust her enough to admit it. 
 
Would Althalus be so willing if it was Lyn in the boy’s place? The suddenness of the unprovoked question sent her body into an ice cold sensation, her mind distracted when one of the undead lunched at her past her readied sweep. It was one of the Yarsomere soldiers naturally. His blade swiped at her torso, her eyes barely saw the motion, while Mar jerked back. Red was easily painted across her bare waist and her body flinched with fresh pain. The fire licked up her wound, spreading its small fire into her skin where it settled and festered into a dull lull. Thankfully it was a shallow wound. Her tail reacted on pure instinct and lashed out, its tip slammed into the corpse’s chest sending him back a few feet. The putrid shambling dead lowered himself to three, his hand and legs bent to retain his balance while dirt scattered in his brace. His blade slickened with her blood. 
 
Mar let out a warning hiss that shortly died on her lips. Her eyes widened, skin paled like before, when she turned her head to see her nightmare face her. Just a few feet and closing fast, the blood, hollowed out shell of the little girl also stood upright. Her fingers lowered for a crop scythe, much shorter then Mar’s, and then looked at the Naga. Her mind was numb. Despite her attempts to echo Althalus’s earlier reason, the child appeared so much like Lyn, even when the bloodstained tunic boring the image of her death. The girl's throat had been slit. The blood crusted and browned from the wide gash, running from ear to ear, before the child’s small body darted at Mar with weapon raised in her small hand. 

Mar found herself frozen in place.