Chapter 3: The Fight for Freedom

From her lovely spot in the inn, Elraralia was able to view the entire battle with ease. Until that is, her arrows suddenly ran out, and she was left with nothing to do.

"Perfect, just perfect.." she muttered "Well, there is no way I can just stand here, and not do anything..." and thrusting her bow through the strap on her back, contimplated the weapons at hand. She could use a sword...but why start doing that, when she had come so far not....Opting for her scourge, she took one look out the window. As she did, she spotted whom she assumed was the leader, this Marlus Blackwine man that they were all riled about, and next to him...no....it couldn't be.

Elraralia shook her face, and looked back, but sure enough, it was as she had previosly seen. Phiona, and she was....kissing Blackwine. So here they were, fighting their butts off to resucue her, and she was off smooching as if there was no tomarrow.

"Why that ungreatful wench..." Elra muttered furiously, for if there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was a backstabber. It then dawned on her that if she was seeing this, Severine was most likely as well. And knowing him, he was about to go charging for her..which could not happen, he would get killed before he got anywhere near Blackwine.

"Well, here goes nothing..." she muttered, and ran into the frey, swinging the scourge right and left, not paying attention to whether she made contact with the unlucky blighters who were in her way. She kept fighting her way in, when she came upon Luca.

"Luca, have you seen Severine? We need to....ohhhh no..." she groaned, as the tide of the battle suddenly changed, and the warriors not on their side, although it was awfully hard to tell the difference, began circling around them.