A Quarter Rack of Ribs [ Quest / Icarus ]

Eris was holding her sword disdainfully, gripping the handle a little too tight. She was trying to figure out how best to go about fighting these pigs. The damage she did was little to none. The scowl on her face was growing as she realised just how few people there were left to fight these stupid swines. would she have to go about this alone with this spork of a weapon. She looked down at the rusty blade and suddenly had the urge to throw it as far as she could. Maybe she could just steal someone else's sword and fight with that.

She relaxed and loosened the grip on her sword. She just needed to be patient, was all. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly. Patience would get her everything she desired. She smirked creepily and opened her eyes. Looking around, she wondered if anyone would be coming by soon. Someone was bound to show up eventually. She positioned herself on the side of the road, leaning casually against one of the few trees that were in the large field.

After a bit of a wait, her ears almost perked up. Footsteps were approaching her. She opened her eyes and stood up straight, walking out to bar the newcomer's path. Her eyes were sharp, serious, and all together dangerous as she looked the person up and down. Her lips curved into a crooked smile and she cocked her head slightly, pointing at the player, "You. You're going to help me fight these pigs. Let's go."