Forward we March!

Successfully dishing the blue girl into the dirt, Hazel turns on her heel. Gaze intense on the throng around her, watching as each fight breaks out around her. Scanning, making sure everyone is in okay shape. Wylan has moved onto a new opponent, only to have the large man he'd toppled be brought back up by a healer. A trick that the more combat-inclined healers must know, apparently.

He stands tall, dark, formidable as he draws towards Hazel. A loose shrug, a toss of her head, and a pounce-- she doesn't need more of an invitation. "Bring it on," green gaze gleaming. Jumping into action, coming alive, Hazel charges. Light on her feet, her intent is to dash in and take a shot where she can. Take a shot and keep going? If she's lucky. As Hazel makes her drive-by, she can feel his teeth graze her shoulder. Hell yeah. Tag, she's it.

Hazel, The General