Running one finger over the slash left upon her skull, Tilmiel was impressed by that living's stealth and speed, from beneath the wooden mask the glow of a yellow eye showed itself, Alintair held a blade in one hand, her bow in the other.
'To have gotten here so quickly… She must have been ready to fight since even before I landed that attack…' turning her body to completely face the living, Tilmiel dwarfed the woman completely, casting a wide shadow, the skeleton's blade so long that it was already well within reach to carve right through Alintair.
One thing that caught the corvid's attention, was that unlike the others, this westerner's sword was not one made from bones, it was a blade forged from steel and augmented by a pyromancer's lively flame too, clearly not originating from this region, a gift given by the south and north.
