She sighs and puts on her Armour. "You are aware that You can not be like Me, no matter how long and well I train You? You will always be the way You are now"
Varrin's sword cuts into Eredin's leg, and the great elf roars into his helmet. Mirellia manages a cut on her distracted foe, before in a rage Eredin grabs Varrin and slams him into Mirellia. The two fall to the ground, Mirellia landing on top of the young nobleman. Above them, Eredin looks around, and judging that no one is near enough to interrupt him, he raises his sword to finish the humans off.
As Ard moves, the king slices Imlerith's neck. The huge elf makes a wild swing, presenting his back to Ard.
"Urgh!" Mirellia groaned as she's slammed into the young man, unfortunately for him, her "borrowed" breastplate was all he'd feel. "Get ready to dodge." She said as she uses her Aard just as Eredin would swing down, hoping it would give them a chance to roll away.
"There's more uses a person can have than fighting, though." The blonde says. "I just showed you one. You might be a mutant, but you're not indestructible."
“Okay...” Varrin agreed and prepared to roll away as soon as the MILF's weight was no longer pressing him down.
"Hmh I mean I already have one halfbrain accompany me. Wouldnt hurt to have someone like You around with a whole one. What is Your Name?"
Mirellia's Aard goes forth, and Eredin is stopped for just a moment, before his blade plunges into the ground harmlessly. "Damn you." He pulls the sword out, and his hand lights up as he prepares to use magic.
Ard took the opportunity and rammed his blade into Imlerith's back, trying to find a gap in his plates.
Not bothering to get up Varrin slashed at Eredin's feet, both in an attempt to distract him and to wound him, or at least make him lose his balance.
Ard's blade sinks into the huge elf's waist, between the chestplate and leg armour, and Auberon takes the opportunity to decapitate Imlerith.
@asddas193 Varrin manages a clean cut to one of Eredin's ankles, though he recieves a hard kick in return.
Groaning in pain Varrin rolled away and got up as quickly as he could before facing Eredin again, sword gripped with both hands.
Ard looked at the decapitated body, before he looked around at the battle, trying to see where he was needed most as long as he could still muster some strength to fight.
"You may Call me Verena. Well we will stay here until this healed, so we might aswell start with some Training now" She stands up. "Have You experience with any sort of Weapon?"
As she rolled away to avoid Eredin's blow, Mirellia immediately fixes her posture to lunge at the wild hunt king as he kicked Varrin. She attempts to strike at the wound on his leg, hoping to immobilise him.
As the two of them combine their efforts, Eredin's leg becomes wounded, and he magically signals his horse to come to his side, as he moves to escape.
