Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140628034226/@comment-11457306-20140702000127

(LMAO--the mast, Pickle.  Yes, Shille would be horrified.)

Alyssa went into her classic style of dual axe wielding, ducking and spinning, leaping and twisting, letting the blood lust take full control. Raptor could disapprove all he liked. He no longer controlled her. She did not attempt her battlecry, reasoning that Ghosts could not be affected. She funnelled all her energy into severing limbs and heads. She never once thought that the Ghosts could not be affected by her weapons, for she had heard tales of warriors meeting with Spirits and combatting them in this fashion. If they were material enough to cause harm to the living, then they could be cut down. Or perhaps her faith in her ability to defeat them enabled her to do what she did. She wreaked havoc.