With a last nod to Thorek, Siera started walking up the hill and towards the shattered gates. If Thorek's intention was for them to go together, then he would be able to keep up with her pretty easily.
What she didn't see was the hellpup hanging behind the group, and, when he was sure that both Siera and Thorek were out of earshot, letting out a low whine. It trilled up into what sounded like a dog's imitation of a song, and, when the whine faded, so too had Robnoxious.
Fiery Purification is the Greatest Thing in the World...Except for a Nice MLT
Centaur upon centaur fell, but even still the charge did not stop. The agonized screams of those on fire were music to her ears, but it was not enough. There were too few of them that accepted the purification she offered them, too many that wanted the impure death of a sword or spear over the flame. It was a common attitude, one that made her eyes blaze with the flames that burned within her, for they could never understand what they were denying unless they accepted it as she had.
At this point in the mass combat, it became more difficult for her to simply rain destruction without targeting her own side as well. While she didn’t really care if they died, her own relations with the rest of those here were, for the most part, less than positive, and she needed to maintain a partially favorable relationship with them for the moment. That meant not killing the minions of her allies, which she could live with because it didn’t really advantage her to do so anyways.
While the fiery cloud did not dissipate, remaining up in the sky, it had stopped raining lances once the herd had collided with the forces of evil. Every few moments, another would fall, but they were not numerous and seemed to be aimed at the parts of the herd that were not in melee combat.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
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