First Blow - - Thailen Vicarris
Ahead loomed the gargoyle, it's height far surpassing any human's. Thailen could feel the force of it's wings from where she stood, and it's voice grated in her ears. To slay it would be no simple task, especially with more foes drawing up from behind. Cursing her decision to leave the three remaining corpses, the red-haired Liverian tried to take stock of the situation. The Queen's Blades were all out of breath from their ascent, and Wren Vesper from her fight. She had expected a fight, but not against something whose skin was as hard as stone. Even swords were likely to be more damaged striking it than the gargoyle itself. They were trapped between walking corpses and a powerful magical construct.
A magical construct.. In her head, pieces began falling into place, and a plan came together. "Alexander!" She said, looking to her companions, "Try and shoot down those undead before they get to the top of the hill. Erasmus, Maher, you're both trained anti-mages, aren't you?" She pointed to the gargoyle, "It was magic that made that thing. Unmake it."
Turning back to the gargoyle, she began moving forward. "Try and surround it. Don't let it come for more than one of us as at a time." She raised her voice to catch the attention of her fellow LIverian, "Wren! We'll fight the gargoyle, make sure the undead following us don't get in the way." Commands done, Thailen sheathed her sword and grabbed her whip. It wouldn't damage the gargoyle, but it would give her more reach and let her stay at a safe distance. She would strike for the face, or try and snare a limb and impair the creature's movement.