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[This afternoon, the quirky merriment at Terre Haute has something very sudden cutting its way in. There's the very distinct sound of an explosion. It shakes the ground with a small tremor for but a brief moment. Those who are looking at a certain monolith in the distance may see that there is now smoke coming from it, parts of it crumbling and tearing away as black smoke begin to fill the air.

Something's happening at that strange "thing" that fell from the sky. But what? Dare you disregard the unsettling feeling that may begin to steadily fill the air?]

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[And this is precisely why she brought a sword, even if she didn't advertise the fact. Now, however, it's drawn and raised, gleaming in the sunlight.]

Children and the unarmed, fall back!

[It's amazing how swiftly it all comes back. Her head is racing with thoughts of battle tactics. But this isn't her army. This isn't an army at all and there's no time to make it one. Improvisation, then. So be it.]

[ fortunately ashley is well-armed and when she hears galadriel's call, she decides it's time to add fighting along-side to the list of things she's okay with doing in galadriel's presence. she lifts her gun, standing close but not too close. best not to blow out eardrums if she can help it. ]

You got any good ideas about this one?

[ she wanted an army? well she's plus one soldier she can order around now. ]

Watch them. We will have less trouble if they continue to attack head on, but we must see that they do not flank us.

[She's a little worried about all the most capable fighters rushing to the front, honestly.]

Got it.

[ she turns to keep an eye on the ones aiming for them, making sure they can't fly around behind anyone. it can't be said that she's a poor aim, either. she's a very good marksman, for all her gun is loud. and at least she can fight from a distance. ]

Just don't get in front of me if you can help it. I don't want to accidentally shoot you.

Of course. [That's easy enough to keep in mind. As for Galadriel herself, well, it's clear that, however rusty she may be, her skills with a sword aren't entirely forgotten. She's graceful, in a way, her movements fast and fluid.]

[ they can give each other space and ashley can shoot into chaotic space if she needs to. she doesn't want to but she can. ]

Totally not what I signed up for, ghouls! Time to go back where you came from!

[Allen nearby meanwhile draws his own sword, a claymore he seems to wield with relative ease (the kid works out a lot okay). As much as he studies medicine, he is a fighter first. He'll glance over at Galadriel]

Will you be all right to fight?

[No offense Galadriel, but you never struck him as the warrior type!]

[She gives a quick nod. No offense taken. She's not the warrior type and she knows it. But she can do what needs to be done.]

This is not the first battle I have seen.

[He nods back]

Okay. Let's make this not our last either.

[He says it in a slightly light way, even if he knows it has darker implications. It's always a bit nerve-wracking fighting without his powers- even after all these years.]

[And oh hey there seems to be some approaching guys now! What nice claws they have!]

[Ugh, it's like facing orcs. Let's hope they don't have the black, goopy blood too.

She stands her ground as the creatures approach, waiting until one comes with in reach. Then, with a single fluid motion, she steps forward and brings her sword down. She doesn't linger, though, and moves out of the reach of those claws as quickly as she can.]

[Maybe they do!! Actually I have no clue]

[Allen sees that out of the corner of his eye, and yep okay no more hesitations on her ability to wield a sword. The creature's claws just narrowly misses Galadriel, and while the sword strike did hurt the shoulder of one of the arms, it still seems to be trying to grab her with the good arm]

[Meanwhile for allen, another comes in reach and he engages it, blocking the claw with his sword and knocking it back with his weight, so it stumbles back. He then moves to engage it with a swing]

[Taking up a position just a couple steps behind her and to the side. He has his bow drawn and an arrow ready to stop what he can from getting too close.]

[She glances behind her and offers a grateful, though strained, little smile.]

Now more than ever, I am glad to have you here.

And I am glad that I can stand with you here.

[His gives his own, quick, smile before focusing on the fight ahead. Suddenly, he feels like he's home and dealing with giant spiders again. Except this is an entirely different kind of ugly.]

Let us ensure it is not our last stand.

[He's probably better prepared for this than she is, in all honesty. It's been a long time since she's fought- with steel, anyway. But it seems somethings stick with you and, as the enemy comes within reach, she's moving among them, bringing her sword down in swift, graceful movements.]

If we are fated to die, it won't be today.

[Brave words but he hadn't come all this way to die at the hands of insect-looking creatures. Especially considering how many spiders he'd killed in Mirkwood. He quickly releases his arrows, sometimes two at a time if there are a pair close enough together, making sure that they can't overwhelm those closer to their defensive line.]

[Well, Dairine is armed and doesn't technically count as a child (or at least she doesn't think so), so she doesn't fall back. Or perhaps she just didn't hear Galadriel over the loud shouts and clamor of battle. It's hard to tell.

Either way, she can be seen off to the side, shooting aliens as they approach. But she only has so many arrows and the enemy is gaining fast.]

Dairine!

[Galadriel is making her way over to forcibly move her back, never fear. She has to fight her way there, though. She moves with her usual grace and, here, on the battlefield, it translates to quick, fluid movements. No sooner has she brought her sword down, than she's withdrawn it and moved forward.]

[OK, she heard her that time. Dairine looks towards the shout just as she shoots another foe in the helmet. ...Or was it eyes? At this point, she wasn't sure.]

Galadriel!

[She's here? Was she safe?!

But then another attacker charges to her left, distracting Dairine. Have to keep herself alive too. A well placed arrow brings it down, but more keep coming. As she shoots those attacking from the front, she fails to notice one sneaking up from behind until it's clawed hand grabs her quiver and the shirt underneath. At the pull of fabric, Dairine lets out a shriek.]

NO!!

[No, no, no. Galadriel rushes forward, closing the distance between them swiftly. A swing of her sword severs the creature's hand at the wrist, freeing Dairine and splattering them all with fresh blood.]

[Dairine was already fumbling to reach the knife in her pocket when suddenly the alien lets out a terrible scream and the hands drops down. Literally drops, with blood everywhere. It takes her precious seconds to regain her balance, but when she does, adrenaline takes over. She whips around, her hand snagging an arrow and firing it right at its chest.]

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