As Pwyll was dealing with the Commander Knight—
SLASH!
"GAH!"
Bernia was cutting down the commander's direct subordinates, and so far; she had killed three of them!
Her movements were like a blur of grey and silver against the dark, muddy backdrop of the forest. Every time her blade swung, it was with a purpose that left no room for hesitation. She didn't waste energy on large, sweeping motions. Instead, she kept her strikes tight and efficient, aiming for the gaps in the heavy plate armor the royal knights wore.
'Two more of the direct subordinates, then the rest are those five knights with the crest of the empire.'
Bernia thought to herself.
She kept her breathing steady even as the sounds of the larger battle raged around her. She could hear the orcs roaring and the mages shouting, but her world had narrowed down to the space right in front of her. She specialize in speed. Her swordmaship is fast and she's an expert on disrupting and taking advantage of formations of group.
