Valmyria Windstrider http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2c_amb6zfhsSo, we're going to end it like this.
All it took was a single flash of red, and Val was moving straight for Zha. He wants to see what happens when I'm in a corner? Fine.
Valmyria let loose a short battle cry as she engaged with the darkspawn.
She felt her healing magic close off to her, but it didn't matter. She put her focus into this battle, and willed as much of the Witchblade up to bear as she could handle. The gauntlet's strange black metal wrapped itself up her elbow and ended. Anymore, and she'd loose it. She could already feel some sort of distortion, like she wasn't really in her body, but was at the same time.
The Warden blocked, parried, attacked, and moved in line with the dark hunter. He was fast, but she was just as fast if not faster. He was skilled, deadly, fierce, and so was she. Sparks flared as their weapons made contact with each other. Blood from both sides sprayed into the air as the two continued their fight.
Valmyria diverted as much of her focus as she dared from the fight and empowered another skill. Shadowmeld. A shadowmeld is the influencing and warping of light around you to literally make you disappear from sight. For centuries, a perfected art of the Ranger is the ability to blend into the environment. Generations of human and dalish rangers had used the environment to be hidden, but the Quel'Elhen Rangers took that art and skill to a whole new level - magic. Most Rangers were only able to do it while standing still, or moving carefully. Valmyria on the other hand, could function normally and still keep the illusion up. But in a battle, it had some interesting effects, able to throw out the illusion to warp her body, and therefore enemies perception of her.
She had one last trick to play though.
The Warden Commander slide under the hunter again, but instead of going for the legs, she came up the side of him and barely had enough time to duck as one of the blades passed over her. Val felt the low wall being pressed up against the back of her leg, she was running out of room. Val slid around the edge and through herself to the other side of the wall, behind the hunter. She lashed out with her talons and caught one of the cords keeping his totems on, causing them to crash to the floor.
But the Warden wasn't done. Val pushed off from the other side of the wall with her foot and flipped over the hunter and his blades to the other side. She laded in a crouch, but leaped to the side again, and then rolled up from the ground.
Valmyria was in his defenses.
She moved forward and grabbed a hold of the spear, twisting it and the arm holding it aside. Then brought the witchblade up in a tight fist and slammed it as hard as she could into the bone mask. Not just once, but twice. After the final hit, Valmyria brought her foot around and slammed it into the creatures midsection, kicking the create back and away from her.
Val breathed heavily for a moment as she wasn't in danger and collapsed to one knee. She felt... weakened. Val reached to her side and pulled her hand back. Her hand was coated in red blood. Confusion racked her mind for a moment as she processed why she wasn't healing, but then remembered the hunter had disabled it. In the frenzy, he must have gotten her. "Come on, you worthless cur,"
she slurred as she clutched her side with the gauntlet. She could tell there was some voice distortion from the intensity of the blade, but not as much as Redcliffe. "Come on, I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on, kill me. KILL ME!"