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- One post per week
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So many things happened so suddenly. The two royals approached the group that Anna was a part of and started causing unescesary chaos. Planning was an important part of any assault. Apparently that wasn't the case here. Clenching her jaw she tried to analyze the situation as quickly as possible. There were two bow weilders in total, although one was currently hiding in the shadows.
Watching the orc run to a large tree Anastasia agreed with the strategy Mali had. At close range this vile creature was dangerous. Running to assist the orc Anna unsheathed her blade and looked at the weapon in slight sadness, the damage this would cause to her weapon would be hard to fix.
Clenching her jaw she started hacking at the opposite side of the orc. Weakening the base would make it easier to drop. Using her full capability of strength she squinted as chunks of the tree flew off. Hearing the first groan was a good sign. Glancing over at the arrogant elf noble Anastasia snarled slightly.
"Drop with the tree and impale the damn thing!" She yelled across the field. Stepping around the thick trunk Anna planted her hands on the weakened base and began to push teeth bared. The tree began to shift but it wasn't enough. Growling she pushed harder blue-gray eyes began to swirl into a primal amber colour. Already pointed canine's lengthened more as the veins on the back of her hands began to protrude and travel up her arms.
Her strength was well above average due to her berserker bloodline, the cursed blood that flowed through her veins only made her stronger. It was rare that she would call upon what lingered within to help.
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