"Remind me not to go without my armor," she really should know better, but even with the man eating plants this place as pretty calm. No giant spiders, no blood mages or demons, no Qunari.
Really, she'd gotten spoiled.
She'd pulled her sword from its sheath, watching the ground and the soldiers both. It kept moving, something was obviously trying to get out, and she shivered. She'd had her fill with walking corpses.
Granted, what came out wasn't a walking corpse. "What," she gave as the thing (and did it have wings?) crawled out. "The fuck is that?" And because caution and things like self-preservation got shoved to the back when confronted with danger, she stepped forward and took a swing at the thing, catching it once, but it made a noise and flew (yes, definitely wings) up.