[b][color=#a4161a]"Motherfuck-"[/color][/b]

Yvonne felt like an invisible giant had decided to slap her off her feet, barely managing to angle Sparky just right to avoid falling head-first. Welp, change of plans. Boss elf... hurt bad, but not dying just yet. Good enough. The girl had gotten so much closer now, giving up the strategic advantage that was the river of filth slicing through the cavern. And... she's weeping for that asshole Gerralt? Hmm. Something to use.

First thing first, she grasped her mace with both her hands before hurling it straight to the weeping girl. Whether it hit or miss the weapon likely would be forever gone in the flowing filth, but she's got bigger worry than replacement cost right now. Then Yvonne set to charge forward, very much ready to perform some corpse desecration if it'll give her any advantage at all.

Everything ached. Pity that her battle trance had faded. She could really use some boost right now.