From where she stood, she noticed movement in her peripheral. She only dared to look at the Warlord when he snarled a different order. Defend yourself. With a sudden spark of fear in her gaze, she immediately clenched her eyes as tightly as she could- tensing her muscles to brace for impact. That was all the preparations she could make before his momentum was transferred to her, sending her staggering back from the confrontation. Adelina fought to keep herself upright, but it was nearly all she was able to accomplish. “S-Sir!?” The smaller fae answered in a pleading tone, not knowing what else to say.
It suddenly occurred to her that he had commanded her to keep moving. Out of fear, she hustled forward in a quick, uncoordinated step. Her attention fixed to the obsidian brute as she was caught between conflicting instincts- trying to avoid looking at him for too long, and looking at him long enough to try and anticipate his next attempt to get her to engage.
