Lifting her blade, she let her shaded instincts take over. Vicious calm spread through her, clearing her mind of everything but the enemies before her and the blood she was about to spill. She sprang into the fray, sword flashing. Fast as a reaper and protected by her dragon-scale clothing, she charged recklessly among the soldiers, dealing any wound she could inflict. Lyre followed her, his arrows picking off the reapers who teleported in behind her.
