Battle-Maiden Ardith

Another Talkie, updated and slightly but not very expanded. Pretty generic fantasy fare, let's be honest here. Still, have fun and feedback is always appreciated because there's always a chance I'll get better at this, right?

As the battle rages on, Ardith stands in the centre of the madness, a beacon of light and hope in a sea of blood and rage. In spite of the many foes scattered about at her feet, in spite of the bursts of crimson and other, more vile colours that erupt from those who meet their end under the wicked edge of her magically-imbued blade, she seems unsullied. It is as though the stains of evil - both literal and metaphorical - are unable to touch her. The banner of your kingdom is planted in the earth behind her - whilst she lives, none shall sully it. As another enemy falls and the tide of evil reaches a temporary lull, Ardith calls out. "My liege! The line holds, but we have had no sign of Lord Brecon's men! Without reinforcement, I fear the men will grow too tired to maintain our position."