[Athilea Majiri]

She tried to duck the blade but, though she was quick, it still managed to nick her face. Cithien rolled out of the way and, as she came up, pulled a dagger from...somewhere. She had lost her cloak during her dodge and now he could see that she wore barely anything beneath it. She had long, lean muscle that spoke of someone that was very nimble. Her left arm was also completely covered with tribal tattoos.

"That was not a cry for help, but a call to charge. Whatever happens to me, my people will defeat yours." She charged him then, trying to dodge around his blade and her spear. Her movements were faster now that she did not have the cloak to worry about, but he still managed to cut her a couple more times. As she moved in she spoke again in her native tongue. It sounded like a chant, though.

Roots began to sprout up around his feet and, if he didn't pay attention, they would serve to unbalance and trap him. Even if he did notice the changes around his feet, she was constantly driving her dagger at him in vicious strikes that were meant to kill. Her rage had gotten the better of her, she wasn't thinking clearly.