Quest
“I'll take care of these men, if they choose to fight us, I'm not afraid, but they should be.”
In two parts she tried to both reassure herself and allies while leaving an empty threat in the air for those that would fight her. Fight or flight the name of this game, but if her allies could flee while she fought she would be happy, if she accepted few wounds she could catch up to those she'd sworn to protect. She wouldn't die right? She wasn't ready for that fate the adrenaline in her veins was all the measurement she got however her mind was trying to betray her and have her flee. Your strong Symbri, An immortal has chosen you twice now, perhaps it was a illusion but there was truth to those words, even if she was a failure she'd been chosen she must have something in her worth choosing she just had to find it.
“Get moving I'll catch up, I promise.”
With that Symbri ran forward and vaulted towards the man with the spear before changing directions to vault towards the man with the club, the spear wasn't something she wanted to impale herself on and the element of surprise never hurt. Her goal was to land a kick to the mans face before quickly retreating to plan a second attack. If she could harass them without giving them time to plan counter attacks against her.
“You won't beat me here heathens, I've been chosen!”
She hoped her own words could invigorate her she didn't see herself intimidating her attackers but she had to do her best if not for herself than for those who counted on her, more than her life now hung in the balance.


