An encroaching evil had manifested itself within the deserts of Harena, the kind of evil which Ha Neul had not witnessed for a very, very long time. The last time she'd witnessed such an unnatural catastrophe, it served as the indicator for inevitable doom upon her homeworld. She refused allow that doom to repeat itself again in her new homeland. Today she would not be volunteering to fight as a hired mercenary, as she usually did, with high payment acting as her main motive. Her motivation for participating in this particular resistance, was for a much higher purpose. She greatly worried for the stability of this realm, and the survival of this world. Most had joined simply based off impulse. They recognized that something had recently suddenly gone terribly wrong in their world, and simply took up arms to repel and destroy it. It was a noble cause indeed, yet Ha Neul saw even deeper than that. She saw a possible destruction that not only had the potential to over take the desert, if not adequately suppressed, but additionally spread out to surrounding abodes across Revaliir as well, slowly destroying all in it's wake.
Whether that assumption was completely correct, or simply an overcalculated paranoia from her previous world experiences, one thing was for certain; Something was currently wrong, something was terribly wrong. And that wrong had to do with magic; unstable magic which Ha Neul had made a purpose for herself to investigate the causes and sources of, in order to prevent such things such as this from happening.
It did not take long to find a group with set out with. As the unorganized herd of weapon wielders made their trek toward the risen city of the undead, which was the source of the desert's chaos, Ha Neul walked behind the group, arms folded, completely unsocial. Carefully observing the way the majority of the members carried themselves, their attire, and equipment, she felt a sort of sympathy for the bunch. The intentions of their heart seemed noble enough, yet their physical skill and experience in combat were obviously heavily underdeveloped, and would surely be the death of them. Ha Neul had seen and worked with far too many adventures, soldiers, and mercenaries, and by now could distinguish the traits of rookie from a veteran almost instantaneously. In the midst of their enthusiastic trek, various creatures of the sands had relentlessly attacked the group. The majority of the hoards were of little to no concern for Ha Neul, as she wore heavy dragonscaled armor, impenetrable to most of the mummies attacks, and a five foot claymore which completely decapitated hoards of the undead onslaughts in droves. Observing her temporary companion's do battle, however, was cringingly painful to watch. The untrained vagabonds charged in like senseless animals, swinging their swords wildly, screaming as loudly as they could, as if sound had any effect on the undead, and their victory was somehow assured doing so. Fortunately, for these rookies, most of the hoards were slow and sluggish. This is even more advantageous for Ha Neul as well, considered a five foot claymore, with the strength to break through even plate armor with a strong enough swing, was not the fastest moving weapon in the world by any means.

Observing the reckless disaster of a fight, an assortment of various limbs could be seen flying about. Wild and untrained men they were, yet they somehow managed to still get the job done.

Some time into the fight, from a distance, the stray voices of various members could be heard, "Help us!" They desperately screamed. Ha Neul turned her attention to the source of the plead, observing as a few members were closely gathered together, their backs touching against each other, in order to protect their blind sides, while a huge hoard of undead mummies slowly enclosed their way upon them, preparing to completely overwhelm them. How they had fallen victim to such brainless and sluggish things, was difficult for Ha Neul to understand. One daring man, broke off from the huddled group, shouting a courageous roar as he charged forward, attempting to break through the enclosing circle of relentless undead. What followed next were hauntingly agonizing screams and cries of pain, as the man was gruesomely butchered and mutilated to death. "Please!" The remaining survivers of the huddled pack further pleaded, "Don't let us die!" Looking around her, it seemed as if the rest of the group members were far too occupied with their own wild sword swinging matters, to assist the very lives of their own comrades. Not only were these rookies inexperienced, but they also seemed completely oblivious to well being and survival of one another. Completely decapitating the final member of her undead hoard in half, she released a annoyed sigh,"You idiots.." She mumbled, As she made a hurried jog towards the pleading stranglers of her group.It was going to be a long day.

The heat of the desert was heavily working upon Ha Neul, both mentally and physically. Her usual longstanding patience had been heavily waned upon from desert heat, as she continued to see more and more inexperienced mistakes from the group, in addition to continually dealing with endless onslaughts of mummies. Going about in dragonscsale armor was not the easiest thing in this harsh environment, yet she had learned how to survive and overcome such difficulties throughout her lifestyle as a soldier. Additionally, compared to platemail armor, which was made from metal of which would be rendered completely unwearable once the sun heated the plates enough, unless the wearer had an interest in being burned alive on the inside, Ha Neul's dragonscale armor was much more tolerant of heat, being made from a dragon which had endured harsh volcanic like environments, as well as which of course had breathed fire. Her scaled armor also had openings in between scales, which allowed for more air to travel through it compared to platemail. All these factors, did not take away the fact, that it's was still excruciatingly hot within the desert in such armor, but it did make things bearable enough to persevere in the onslaught of undead hoards.

In the midst of her hurried jog, Ha Neul actually hadn't much optimism for the small group. She figured that they might either die before she could help them, or die in the midst of being helped due to their inexperience and foolishness. To her surprise however, it seemed that other figures had also heard the call, and were rushing to the scene as well. People who actually cared for the wellbeing of their comrades and weren't completely oblivious to everything that was happening on the battle field around them, besides only what was in front of their eyes , was an extremely rare sight.
The first figure jumped into the fray in rather nimbly, hacking away at the mummies, and making quick work of them. The figure, to Ha Neul's surprise, was not a human like the other group members, but something much more foreign and rarely seen in these lands; an elf. It was a curious sight for her to observe, as she had not seen many elves. Most elves found no reason to be anywhere besides their own homeland, and so for Ha Neul it was a curious thing to see a elf so separated from her own kind, helping humans.
A second sight appeared, one she hadn't seen for quite a long time time, yet clearly could not forget the appearance of. As the one armed mercenary joined the fight, also making quick work of the zombies, Ha Neul knew Larka was quick, and therefore did not worry too much about her, knowing that she could handle herself against slow moving targets such as these.
While the two heavily outmaneuvered and dwindled the numbers of the onslaught of mummies, Ha Neul lazily swung her claymore at the hordes, dismembering large groups, and becoming rather bored despite the success. It felt like butchering hanging cows, rather than a threatening battle. Still, the deed was done, and the foolish and untrained stranglers of the group had managed to avoid total annihilation. Though, Ha Neul assumed that there was a high chance that they'd most likely die later, due to some other foolish act in the future, at least for today her conscience was clear.

As the familiar mercenary approached the elf first, Ha Neul also approached the pair, quickly perceiving through their dialogue that the two unusual figures were already familiar with each other. Assuming it was simply another one of Larka's temporary flirts, Ha Neul sighed, assuming Larka hadn't changed much. Yet, when the mercenary gave her greeting to Ha Neul, and mentioned the word 'wife', Ha Neul's eyes somewhat widened and she blinked a few times, attempting to digest the statement. She was well aware, of what Larka's purpose had been for travelling to this foreign land, and while she had aided in Larka's search for her wife in the past, she never had as strong of an expectation of actual success as Larka did. The land was huge, and Larka's leads had always been so small. Oftentimes Ha Neul had deemed the task as completely hopeless and unrealistic. Yet, it appeared that the one armed woman's fervent search had finally paid off, and not been in vain. With a silent gaze at the elf, in order to more thoroughly examine her features, she turned her attention back to Larka, and revealed a tiny smile from her battle hardened expression.

At the sound of more undead moans, Ha Neul turned an annoyed face towards the scene of undead reinforcements, which seemed to endlessly pursue them. At Larka's comment about ravishing, Ha Neul wrinkled her nose a bit. Thoughts of their first meeting, and the one armed woman's greeting and first impressions had returned to her. Larka would always be Larka, it seemed.
As the mercenary began to speak about 'something new to try', Ha Neul also raised her eyebrow in interest. She observed as the mercenary drank the black liquid, it began to do it's work, and her scars began to heal. Observing Larka's eyes again, completely blood red, though Ha Neul had seen it quite a few times by now, it never seemed to get old as a intriguing phenomenon. Most viewed the occurrence as a unnatural phenomenon of some sort, something entirely separate from the woman, yet Ha Neul simply chose to view it as something that was already there inside the woman, a trait which outwardly expressed itself whenever the time came.
Larka reached into her backpack, and pulled out something even Ha Neul had not seen during their time of doing combat together. The material of the gauntlet, without a doubt, looked familiar, as it was material similar to the armor Ha Neul wore. As the mercenary charged into the fray with her new weapon, massacring and delimbing the undead enemies with pleasure, in her usual unnecessarily gruesome fashion, Ha Neul let out a sigh as she placed her large claymore upon her shoulder. Turning her attention from the complete chaos of the mercenary, to the elf for a moment, she tilted her head to the side, and stared at her for a few seconds. "You're wife's a brute.." She eventually spoke nonchalantly, before turning to make a hurried jog to join her into combat.

Ha Neul sliced through a few straggler mummies of the group in her wake, yet did not stop the speed of her pace while doing so. Her goal was to work her way into where the mummy's numbers were thickest, in order to take out large hordes in single sweeps. In the midst of her hurried jog, something suddenly darted above Ha Neul, which immediately caught her attention. It was an odd abnormality of some sort; a hovering bubble of water. She pondered whether the odd abnormality was friend or foe; though she hadn't come across any mummies who were able to cast such spells, quite yet. Upon looking back for a moment, the culprit of the spell would become clear, however. As ice daggers suddenly escaped from the odd abnormality, Ha Neul had found herself somewhat alarmed, preparing to relocate herself in order to avoid the sharp objects. Yet, surprisingly enough, not one of the daggers struck her, nor the rampaging mercenary. The spell was very well controlled and maintained, compared to some other mages Ha Neul had come across, whose uncontrolled spells had often harmed everything within vicinity, whether friend or foe.

Ha Neul continued to slice through the hordes, either decapitating heads clean off, or completely slicing whole bodies in half the majority of the time, with each swing. A large pile of bodies were beginning to stack in a circle around the heavy claymore swinging soldier. If these were edible cattle of some kind, instead of mummies, this huge pile of stacked bodies might have actually been worth a small fortune. Yet, these rotted and hazardous bodies were completely useless for anything, aside from their current use. And even in their current usage, they were still greatly lacking in Ha Neul's eyes.

Larka went about her usual business, albeit more hysterical frenzied than usual. Unnecessarily gruesome she was, yet one thing could never be denied; the woman certainly knew how to fight. While her mannerisms could be questioned, her proficiency in battle could not. She did her job well; killing was undoubtedly her profession. A few flying bodies landed on the ground next to Ha Neul, after the bellow, which Ha Neul finished off by stomping on their heads, crushing their skulls underneath her boot while they were still down.

”Celeste, to your right!” Came an exclamation from the mercenary, which caused Ha Neul to dart her head towards the specified location. It would be long after, before the bleeding mercenary could be seen sprinting towards the elf in order to aid her. Ha Neul, however, knew the mercenary would make it there long before she herself could. Therefore, she opted to instead clear some of the mummies in the mercenary's wake, as well as those who followed the mercenary's hurried sprint, in their attempts to disturb her efforts. With one less comrade within close vicinity of her, the majority of the mummy's numbers would now focus most of their priority on her, however, the armored and heavily armed soldier didn't mind that much. By now, she rather desired a challenge of some sort, anyways.