Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-5614539-20150904112858

An unusually tall Breton in a long, swirling black cloak and glittering black ringmail made her way across the battlefield, dodging lightning strikes with the practised reflexes of a trained warrior, as she hacked her way through anyone aggressive who came close. As Kate got blasted away, the girl ran over to her, stopping beside her and asking in a low, quiet voice, "Are you alright? You're barely outfitted for battle."