The Heartwood Running down the halls

The woman's ears perked, and a slow smile made it's way to her face, comforted by the woman. She didn't mind the lie she'd told, but it helped settle her nerves, even just for the moment; to cast the illusion that she wasn't to harm her. The peace wasn't to last long.

Her suspicions were correct it seemed, for the gigantic, dark male came crashing along her exact path. Shit, she'd let him catch up. The woman took one look at him and realised that this warrior wanted her blood badly enough to battle any who stood in his way. And that person just happened to be poor Speedy. She'd seen the ravenous look in the eyes of foes enough to know what would come next.

Launching forwards, she met her follower with the flash of ivories and guttural snarl, a wild fury overcame her as it did in the war that befell her Warland. She rose up, hoping he'd do the same or at least slow so she could dive onto him from above. If not, she'd surely be knocked from her feet and forced to grapple with the beast.

You can dice roll and see what happens, I don't mind!