Ryn stands away from the rest of her group looking down a hill at a small cottage uneasily and takes a moment to adjust her armour yet again, It just didn't seem to fit quite right. She looks over her shoulder nervously to the rest of her group and the old woman they had been seeking, the group consisted of Finchley, Nethrida, Addiela and the Xan sisters.
Ryn paces for a moment before heading back to the group so she can stand near Neth and Addie still worried about Addie's recovering surgical wound. She listens in on the story being told by this 'Miss Lind' as a lot of confusing plans were being made.
Everything becomes a bit of a blur until a shadow streaks through the sky and embeds itself in the old womans chest. Ryn jumps to action drawing her sword as everyone else does the same with their respective weapons of choice, Dourhands and orcs flow onto the property as Addie whistles and her animal companions charge one of the shadowy figures leading the enemy forces, The shadowy figure seemingly vanishes and reappears further away once the animals get to it.
Two orcs charge Neth and Ryn and everything else falls away for the young woman as she steps forward to attempt to trip the closest one to her, it jumps clear of the attack and kicks her legs out from under her. Ryn gasps as she hits the ground winded, and as she looks up a shadowy figure stands over her along with the orc until an arrow hits the shadowy man in the side and he vanishes again, she takes a deep breath and lays her free hand on the hilt of her dagger out of the sight of the orc. The orc slowly moves taking joy in the hunt, it raises its sword for the final strike gloating over its kill until Ryn suddenly jumps up dagger in hand jamming said dagger up underneath the orcs chin unfortunately not hitting anything vital and achieving nothing but sending it into a rage. She jumps back grabbing her abandoned sword waiting for an opportunity to strike again, the opportunity comes when the orc tires and she launches a clumsy slash which is immediately parried even by the now tired orc. The orc laughs as it grabs Ryn by the throat aiming to choke the life from her.
Ryn struggles with all her might but can't break the grip of the orc even slightly as she starts gasping for air. She futilely beats at the orcs arm until suddenly it lets go and withers away, she gets a couple of moments to catch her breath before being blasted with dark magic. A dark fog surrounds her and she hears voices... Angry voices many angry voices but one could be heard above all, Dohmnat, her adoptive Father. He condemns her for the deaths of his sons and for not stopping Strongboar from taking Clay. She covers her ears not wanting here any of it whether it had been said before or not and some of it had been. The poor girl starts whispering to herself repeating the word "no" over and over for what feels like an age despite it only being moments until she resolves herself and breaks out of the spell now looking at the looming figure over Finch, her right eye starts glowing a pale moon like white.
"You anger is not mine!" she yells out with a cold determination in her eyes as she starts moving towards the figure.
