The sun was high in the sky when there came the echo of horns and the thrumming of war drums. An alert that they were under attack-- and by their own employers no less! The siege of the castle itself had been a rather straightforward and simple affair. The bunnies had believed, or at least hoped, their walls would be sufficient protection against what they believed to be marauding orcs; no different than the common rabble. They had not counted on a disciplined efficient fighting force. The plan had been as simple as it had been elegant. Ladders or ropes would have been a dangerous proposition. The Bunnies never counted on wargs climbing over the walls. Least of all a minor giantess to haul the very platform they would use to enter the castle. Part pseudo shield part ramp. 

Nargesh couldn’t remember whose idea it had been, probably Half-faces, but it had been an effective one. The castle had fallen swiftly after that. In fact, by the time Nargesh had entered through the gate after the first wave had managed to open it, the courtyard had already been over run. The fiercest fighting had been within the castle itself. Sadly outside the realm of Nargesh’s ability to participate.  That fact had annoyed her bitterly. Their first true campaign and she’d barely crushed any of the enemy! 

Unforgivable! 
 
By battles end Nargesh had been in a foul mood. So much so the rest in the company wisely gave her a wide berth. So it was actually with some relief that there turned out to be more little bunnies who needed killing. Let Xozu dabble in sorcery, let Chief Kavu count his numbers, Nargesh was never happier than when she was in the midst of battle. The feel of adrenalin pumping through your body, the boisterous choir of violence that were made up of the screams, shouts and whistling of arrows that echoed proudly; this was what it meant to be alive. 

Nargesh didn't really understand why those paying them were now suddenly their enemies. Truth was she could care less about the reasons, the subtle intrigue of bunny politics were lost on her anyhow, what mattered was there was a fight to be had. 

The problem that currently presented itself came in the form of 30 or so feet of solid and thick stone wall. It presented an annoying obstacle that separated Nargesh form the bunnies outside. It was an important strategic piece of terrain to most of the chosen. To Tall-Shadow? An unwanted obstruction preventing her from engaging the enemy. Nothing more. Still she had not been given permission to sally forth and perhaps catch the soft skins off guard. No she was trapped here, pacing the court yard waiting for a chance to spill some blood, the ground shaking slightly with each step. Her constant movements no doubt made the orcs around her jumpy, having learned a long time ago to avoid standing between her and the enemy. There was even a special horn call to open ranks to allow her to engage with a force of blades.     

Sadly no such horn call existed that allowed the walls to pull open like a curtain so she could do that now. So great sword resting on one armored shoulder she waited as she paced. Breathing heavier and snarling her teeth as she worked herself into a frenzy for the coming battle. Also waiting for perhaps direction to the best place she could put her sword to use. Though generally she was given a rather generous amount of autonomy like many of the Chosen.