[b][color=#a4161a]"GRRRAAAHH!"[/color][/b]

Yvonne was really, really pissed off. The girl got zero combat training and she'd still made a plaything out of her. Not a good feeling, that. Perhaps she should've invested more in spellbreaker talisman or whatnot. Food for thought, if she survived this day. Mages were great rarities, but she'd been neglecting countermeasures against them for a tad too much.

The company carried special pikes for [i]lindwurms[/i], for fuck's sake. If boss (not Sparky) do that just to prepare for rare oversized lizards she'd do well preparing for some assholes in robes.

Scrambling back to her feet, Yvonne scampered not toward the blind girl since it had proven to be a bad idea, but instead to Gerralt's corpse. She wanted the prick? She could [i]have [/i]him. Grabbing the dead mob boss by a leg, the mercenary draw into her drying well of strength to drag and swing the corpse at the blind mage like a macabre bludgeon.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Catch [i]this[/i], bitch!"[/color][/b]

Gonna be out of commission for two weeks at least. Beats dying though.