[Completed] remember what we're fighting for

The glint of steel caught Lana's eyes. Swinging her head around, she spied what appeared to be fighting. Good - survivors. With a bone-shattered screech, she took back into the air. It was really nothing but a short hop to where she'd seen the survivors fighting. Though up close now it was clear only one of them actually knew what they were doing with a weapon. More of them seemed to be clutching for dear life with eyes closed, probably praying.

Scooping up a couple genlocks in her claws, Lana took back up to the air and dropped them from an immeasurable height. Thick, inky blood coated her claws and continued to fuel her power. Black eyes flashed in and out as Voracity attempted to wrestle Lana for control to enjoy the spree of darkspawn killings.

No!!! Lana finally stamped down her demon with an alien-like shout, her own voice reverbing through the form of the large dragon body. The demon finally conceded the victory to its host as Lana resumed helping clear darkspawn.

Only once the group had been cleared did she shift back to her normal form. Sweat from the effort now slicking her elven body as tainted blood coated her mouth and hands from biting and clawing at the spawn.

Looking around to assess the damage, she realized that not much was left. The only person seemed to be left standing was the warrior she'd spotted. Her eyes flicked up and down the fighter. You look like shit, she remarked, approaching. She didn't even know this person, but the air of battle seemed to crush her care for formalities. How bad? she asked.