The next wave arrived already. Yvonne glared with narrowed eyes at the opposite portcullis, if they could communicate so quickly there's gotta be some path to the stage from beyond. The only issue was actually getting there after dealing with these latest wave of monstrosities. Where did they found these things?

Standard mace ain't gonna cut it, no. Polearm would be best, and incidentally there's one on the ground nearby, dropped by the butcher taken down by Foxxie and Edgy. The thing was scaled well to the original wielder's height and was heavier than standard issue, that's perfect to deal with a rampaging behemoth like the rapidly approaching werebear.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Stay behind me, Foxxie. Not too close."[/color][/b]

Deep breath. Long, open stance, slightly bent knee, all the weight on the front. On top of it, Yvonne charged her inner strength to near-maximum as she fully commit to the incoming clash. Her muscles burned, pushed far beyond its natural limit, but for a very short period the mercenary likely have eclipsed even the werebear in raw strength.

As her foe arrived, Yvonne greeted him with a violent blur of steel.