She grunts, aiming a low kick at the thing's knee. It stumbles, and Melys' expression fills with a nasty breed of spite, before stabbing down again to end it quick. It doesn't pay to try and play with Darkspawn, much as right now she's sorely fucking tempted.
The noise finally dies with it, preserved briefly in the echoes bouncing from the ancient walls. She figures that's their presence pretty well announced; Herc's right to keep moving quick.
But damn if that arrow don't hurt a whole piece more than she'd care for. She sheathes the sword long enough to feel at the bolt with a wince. It hasn't gone in too deep, but she's not about to yank it out now, not when there's a chance of just working it in worse. Melys snaps the shaft off careful as she can, eyeing Ellana. When she reaches out for the potion, it's with a silent nod of gratitude. It'll keep her going well enough for now.
"Gonna get dark bad, we get much further in." She murmurs, gesturing to the long-gutted wall braziers. Everyone in South Reach knows the stories of how well elves see in the dark, but Melys figures she and Herc could use a hand there. "Y'all gonna keep those weapons lit?"
Between a flaming sword and a flaming staff, they ought to make out okay. A second to catch her breath, and her own blade's out again, teeth grinding down into a familiar routine: Ignore it, keep moving, always keep moving.
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She grunts, aiming a low kick at the thing's knee. It stumbles, and Melys' expression fills with a nasty breed of spite, before stabbing down again to end it quick. It doesn't pay to try and play with Darkspawn, much as right now she's sorely fucking tempted.
The noise finally dies with it, preserved briefly in the echoes bouncing from the ancient walls. She figures that's their presence pretty well announced; Herc's right to keep moving quick.
But damn if that arrow don't hurt a whole piece more than she'd care for. She sheathes the sword long enough to feel at the bolt with a wince. It hasn't gone in too deep, but she's not about to yank it out now, not when there's a chance of just working it in worse. Melys snaps the shaft off careful as she can, eyeing Ellana. When she reaches out for the potion, it's with a silent nod of gratitude. It'll keep her going well enough for now.
"Gonna get dark bad, we get much further in." She murmurs, gesturing to the long-gutted wall braziers. Everyone in South Reach knows the stories of how well elves see in the dark, but Melys figures she and Herc could use a hand there. "Y'all gonna keep those weapons lit?"
Between a flaming sword and a flaming staff, they ought to make out okay. A second to catch her breath, and her own blade's out again, teeth grinding down into a familiar routine: Ignore it, keep moving, always keep moving.