"Fight. If you can't fight, defend yourself," spoke Tyrrik with a stern and focused voice. He held disappointment in his eyes, which Anna could see directly into when the man lifted her by the collar of her armor. He didn't waste time by explaining honor and whatnot, and that was what affected her the most. She felt so useless compared to her companions... Then, the Imperial let go of her before returning to fight alongside the brave warrior, Cradoc.
Then the dwarf from the group lead by the deceased-Kurtz came to fight beside the other two warriors, all protecting her. They fought viciously, killing goblin after goblin like it was nothing. This was nothing like the tales she had been told. Where was the treasure? The fun? Weren't the heroes supposed to be invincible? And yet here she was, two people cut down by what most in the world deemed pesky rodents not worthy of blood on their weapons... It really showed how vulnerable humans were to death... How vulnerable she was to death...
Then her new friend Finn charged a horde of goblins to protect her and the men guarding her. She felt awful. There was no way the man could handle the entire group by himself, and nobody was there to help him since they all rushed over to help her... That meant one thing. The thought itself made Anna want to vomit, though she knew that she would be haunted for the rest of her life if a friend's death was on her hands because they were protecting her.
Debating back and forth in her head, Anna charged out from the group of warriors that protected her. She ran frantically, scared out of her mind, straight to Finn before violently flinging her sword down into a goblin. Needless to say, the adrenaline her fear was giving her let her cut right through the creature. It was as if the sword were part of her, as she felt as if she had ripped the goblin with her bare hands. It was a disgusting feeling, but if Finn were left alone...
She couldn't stand it.
Even if she were to get overwhelmed by her own fear and pass out, she couldn't stand by. Rushing headlong like this was a stupid, foolish idea; and yet, she didn't regret it. As she swung her blade, her eyes half-closed as if it would make her feel better about murdering creatures like the ones before her, she killed a few goblins. While she certainly wasn't doing close to the amount of damage on the goblin horde as Tyrrik, Cradoc, Kragnar, and Finn did, Anna felt - for the first time in her life - like she was doing the right thing.
Her legs shook rapidly, more goblins approaching now that she was away from her protection, as her shortsword waivered in her hand. Then, wolves came. They came from nowhere, tearing apart dozens of goblins. Sandor fought alongside the forest dwellers, almost resembling them as he took down foe after foe. Even though she left protection, and was on the verge of passing out, the goblins' numbers had dwindled to where she wouldn't be overwhelmed easily. Still, with each slash she shouted as if she were receiving the blow.
This needed to end now, or her sanity would cease to be.