Tyra and her companion crept through the tainted forests of Lordareon, senses straining for any sign of danger. Per their expectations, danger found them, "Scourge! The taint shall not be spread!"
"Oh fookin' 'ell!" The Forsaken woman ducked to the side, pulling Zanda with her. She drew her sword, but the Scarlet Crusader ran right past them. They could see several other travelers on the road ahead, fighting desperately for their lives against a half-dozen of the lunatic Scarlets.
"Ju tink we should be helpin tem?"
Tyra shook her head, motioning for Zanda to remain put, and stalked through the trees to observe closer. By now only two scarlets remained, pounding fruitlessly on a paladin. The man swung his hammer, caving in the skull of one scarlet before focusing his attention on the last. Felling this foe, he paused to catch his breath, and took a swig of water.
As he positioned himself to return his companions to the here and now, Tyra lept at him. Her sword met the soft flesh of his neck, and then he knew no more.
Zanda crept up, cautiously glancing around as Tyra knelt, "Waited a bit dere."
"Never any fun," Tyra replied, a slightly disappointed tone to her voice as she cut off the man's ears. Adding them to her belt, she added, "If they aren't ready t'fight back."
Pausing, she cut off a scarlet ear, offering it to Zanda, "'ungry?"
The Troll gave her a sour look, "Ju know I be tryin to cut back!"
