Tara drew her sword. She was Galen's equal in might and ferocity: a mirror image of his fighting style. She hacked and hewed off Redcap limbs. An ogre charged. She rolled through its legs and cut it down one slash at a time. A Recap lunged to attack her exposed back, but I smote it with lightning. Aware, I was alive, greater numbers trickled in.
Tara kept hacking away at the orge, until it was low enough for her to bury her sword through its skull. She cut its head off and carried it. She buried her arm through it and held arm's length as a warning and improvised shield. A few Redcap's turned and held at the horrific sight, only to be hunted and executed by wandering Cù-sìth.
Surrounded by a small mound of their dead and soaked with their blood, Tara Ogre-Shield fought alone to the last. She slew three more approaching fools and their bodies dropped adding to the pile.