A Woman In Red

As the group approached, the scene before them was a bit unexpected, but not unwelcome.

In the midst of battle stood a lone woman, clad in what appeared to be animal hides, her short black hair and dusky skin was drenched in sweat and blood. Her armor consisted of little more than a hide top and loin cloth, with fur lined boots and gloves, although the vicsious metal battle axe in her hand more than made up for the lack of armor. Dark eyes looked between her opponents, two cave toads who stood back, with two more laying dead nearby. It was curious, as clearly several claw marks dotted her skin, several barbs sticking from it; the woman payed it no mind, although the scowl crossing her face might have had something to do with that.

"A beserker!?" Hissed Myria, obviously not fond of the other darker woman. In truth, Myria had seen and fought against Beserkers in the past; there was no style, just rage, brute ****, and hoping to the gods that you could bring them down. They ignored pain, at least while they were enraged anyway.

"She needs our help!" Cecilia began to move foward, only to have a hand grasp onto her plated arm. "Let go, we should help her and enlist her aid."

"If we come, she'll attack us on sight. And we don't want her type, she'll end up killing us in that rage of her. It would be like keeping a rapid dog on the payroll just because it has pointed teeth." Myria explained, watching as the woman cut through another toad, she was almost frothing at the mouth now.

"But she seems... effective at what she does." Dew stated, looking at the corpses and remembering the others. "Perhaps we can direct the rage?"