[@ReusableSword][@Regitnui][@Force and Fury]

There was no yelling, there was no battlecry. Esailia crossed the distance quicker than one would imagine someone in full plate could move, as though she too were possessed by some unnatural force driving her muscles and intent. The woman's gaze was locked onto Victor, the man of her nightmares, the man who caused her so much pain...It was clear in her face that she was beyond listening to reason. The hate overwhelmed her mind, and took control of her actions.

The Mithra Guardian deftly sidestepped Rhen, her shield grazing the Changeling's arm, before preparing to shield-bash Victor. She didn't seem to care what Rintor was doing, only registering him NOT aiming a weapon at her or the man who just claimed he was a known criminal and murdurer.

[i][color=fdc68a]"No no no, its shield bash, then twist and thrust!" The man corrected the pair of girls, whom both wore heavy leathers and were equipped with wooden shields and swords "You always follow through with your movement, as not to give your enemy time to recover. Now, try again...."[/color][/i]