Miho nodded before shapeshifting into her wolf form. Quickly, she headed back to the battlefield in full speed, hoping and praying for every soilders good.
Once she had reached the battlefield, she launched at a small group of humans that was trying to sneak into the forest. The first man died...
Miho carried with her two wounded soilders, taking them over to the tent that Cleopatra was in charge of. "Here are two more. I've gone through the most seriouse wounds they got, but they are still unconscious. I don't think they'll be able to return into the battle."
Miho sighed and carefully...
"Hm, I don't know Vanessa. We should be glad as long as the battle ends up in our favor." Miho answered before grabbing a man by his head and smashed it into someone else.
She jumped high up in the air trying to spot if there was any wounded soliders that needed help. She noticed a soldier...
Miho sprinted into battle. She quickly shifted into her moneky form when she noticed a human pointing a gun towards her. As a monkey she became faster, launching herself at the man, grabbed a hangun in his pocket and pointed it as his head and pulled the trigger.
More men approached her, so...
Miho took a deep breath to keep her cool. She had to focus and stay calm no matter what. If not, the battle could have a drastic change, maybe in a bad way. Miho kept a good grip on her katana, remembering her brothers last words before he died, and the following of that day. Everything was...
Tasha noticed that Jackson were struggling. She pushed an zombie over before she grabbed her baseball bat and leaped into the zombies attacking Jackson, smashing some of thems heads.
Name: Miho Ishii (Mii)
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Rank: Healer/Warrior. She started out as a healer, but quickly found out that is was able to both fight and help others at the battlefield.
Forms:
Tasha was already in a fighting stance when Jackson had jumped up. She took a deep breath and sprinted over to another zombie that seemed to be stuck in a bush. It was a easy kill by stabbing the zombie in the head.
Tasha quickly crouched down as if reflexes. She glanced over at Jackson, trying to read his expression while at the same time listening to the growling sound. She lifted her eyebrows and shoulders, making an experssion that said, what? to attract less attention.