private The Fall of Andalasia ~Book 1~

[Shadow Dancer 111]

I took out the egg and looked at it my "Dark Vision" now active I noticed that there was some sort of stone in it the shape looked familiar, but I could not make anything out. For now I put it away and looked out into the shadows the noises of the wolves in the distance served to calm me oddly enough, I put it on the shadows being my magic affinity. But I was still alert but not tense.

[Torrent505 370]

Serafinno had been rather quiet and depressed these last few days. His jaw still ached from the blast of the air bomb; it had blown out all of his teeth. So now it was hard to eat solid foods and new teeth were forming under his gums, which was a slow painful process.

 

These woods did't have anything fun in them, they were creepy and since his hearing was better than the humans he constantly heard little whispered voices in the distance something about them made him afraid. He couldn't play with his fire because breathing fire made his gums itchy and tender and he refused to use air magic since the bomb had hurt him.

 

Everything was horrible, he could tell Clarke was sick and that it really worried Whisper. Finn didn't like that, one because he hated when Whisper was upset, two because Whisper had always been able to heal anything before so the fact that the tinkerer wouldn't wake up scared him, and three because Clarke had finally started to warm up to Finn and now couldn't slip him any extra jerky or sweets from the cart.

 

So he just sat with Whisper and near Clarke and alternated gumming on their clasped hands, he'd been with Whisper long enough to always feel even the most subtle of her life magic and just gently gnawing on them near the energy help soothe the aches of his developing teeth.

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

He reached out into the fire - her words urging him on with their lilted tone of amusement. Was she merely entertained that he was doing as she bid as he once would have thought, or was she simply of a playful disposition? This woman was a witch - she was the enemy, a corrupt and unnatural abomination that he should have put down the moment that he met her.

 

Yet as his fingers met the flickering flames, there was no pain. She tittered to herself mirthfully as she raised a hand and made a spiraling motion with a delicate finger: sending the amber fire twisting up around his wrist and dancing up his forearm like some kind of unholy serpant of flame - wreathed in every shade of warmth. There was no pain - if this was a trap then now would be the time to spring it... but she never did. He looked up from the fire at her: no longer seeing a companion of necessity or circumstance, but one that he felt more of a connection with than any of his kin from the order.

 

It troubled him.

 

Had he been wrong? Had everything he had learned been falsehood and misinformation, or even outright lies? Surely it was dangerous to even entertain such notions, but could such a thing be possible? And could he admit that a Witch might have moved something in his heart?

 

Come now! Her lilted voice implored. Arianna claims your all doom and gloom, but I know there's someone under all that dirt. Just drop the 'Inquisitor McSerious' for five minutes and talk to me!

 

She smirked, snapping her fingers and letting the flames revert to their natural, happily crackling state.

 

I swear, I'm not going to 'enchant you' or whatever nonsense is going through your head. We're on the same side here - you could at least stop sulking!

 

And with much deliberation, the Witch Hunter shook his head and smirked back.

 

Fine. He muttered in a voice less gravelly than he remembered hearing in a long time. Let's talk, Eleanor.

 

...

 

"Bastard!"

 

The hunter snapped suddenly - having moved his fingers too close to the real-life flickering orange embers while his mind was still lost within his daydream. There was no gentle sensation from them now: only the burn that one would expect. He blinked several times as the real world came back into focus - her beautiful face, her black hair and red dress fading from his minds eye and giving way to the gloomy camp in these miserable woods.

 

He was being pathetic. This served no purpose - he needed to keep himself occupied. Sliding himself a few meters further from the fire, he set about his reloading ritual: cycling the gunpowder in his pistols for the second time that night.

Edited November 13, 2014 by Cinderscribe

[Shadow Dancer 111]

I was chaseing my latest target some man called Joseph his last name escaped me. I could see my targets steps grow clumsy as he tired out but he was still determined, we were running through a marketplace pushing people away as we went.

 

The man turned into an ally and stopped, he pulled a blade out and before I could stop swung all I always able to do was slightly change direction. But he still cut me along my side it was shallow but stung, once I was able to I took my blade out and extended it. We fought but with him as tired as he was I quickly turned a five or ten minute fight to two minutes when he swung too heavily and lost balance, I took the moment to stab him through the gut.

 

Somehow he managed to muster the strength to look up at me and say, "So much potential wasted, you let yourself become a tool of the Assassins, giving up your freewill and happiness just to forget your past. A waste indeed." Once he finished he faded away.

 

I looked at my blade and there was no blood, I left with a curse, angry that I fell for a illusion.

 

......

 

The memory sudenlly faded back to the dark forest in front of me and I once more remembered that mages words.

[Flying Ace 142]

"Good morning Dresden."

 

"Ms. Leila look at what I can do!"

 

"Imagine what you can do to protect our home Dresden! You're a mage!"

 

"You think you can damage us?! Now you will learn what happens when you mess with us!"

 

"Dresden run!"

 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

 

"Monster!"

 

Dresden snapped his eyes open and looked around his area; he was still in the forest, he wasn't back home. Dresden sighed and studied the ground he must have been dozing off do to the quite of the forest, and the group. How long has it been? Ten years maybe? How was everybody? Dresden didn't know and he didn't-couldn't go back to see how everything was. Dresden looked up at each member of his group, 'I might have to tell them sooner or later but how will they react? Adrass will no doubt try to kill me.' Dresden couldn't help but chuckle out loud.

[Shadow Dancer 111]

I thought back to that dream... No encounter with the other side of myself and what he said

 

"I have known more assassins with courage, bravery and valor then you will ever know. None of them are cold. Only you. This will kill you soon enough."

"Remember this place? Or can you remember at all? Can you even remember what your mission is?"

"You sound exactly like the rest of them. Cold. When did I stop being my own man?"

 

"You continue to haunt me even three days later you old fuck. Why can't you leave me alone?" I mumbled, I resolved to see my contract to its end no matter what got in my way.

Edited November 13, 2014 by Shadow Dancer

[Sekel 692]

"Phew. Made it." Helena muttered as she climbed into the fifth floor of Wrathspire, the home of the Witch Hunters. Getting in was the easy part. All she had to do was wait for nightfall and for the patrol to change. Why anyone would guard a bunch of useless weapons (to her anyway) is beyond Helena's reasoning.

 

Taking off her hood and looking around at the different relics and display cases gave her a feeling of being watched. It was like she walking into a graveyard. Helena sneaked around carefully, trying to find a very specific weapon before she got spotted.

 

A smile gleamed her face when she found what she was looking for. The dagger in question was just sitting on a pedestal, begging to be taken.  "Perfect." Helena whispered to herself and grabbed it, quietly sneaking out the window again, making sure that no trace of her being there was left behind in the process.

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Broken out of her thinking by Adrass's cursing, Helena leaned back and continued to stare at her wolf, wondering just how he got like that. She watched him keep growling at the wolf howling in the distance and wondered if that was a good or bad sign.

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

I've seen the two of you, you know? His apprentice chided with a genuine smile. She had been in good spirits since they had taken on the Witch, but never quite this much so. She dropped the the ground beside him lightly, keeping her voice conspiritarly low. I've seen how you look at her!"

 

She leaned forwards - catching her mentors eye. After everything you've done, everything we've been through... you're scared aren't you? Of letting her, no - of letting anyone get close to you!

 

...

 

First gun - flick the latch, empty the powder into the bag. Remove the bullet, clean the barrel. Check the hammer and the trigger, take a pinch of gunpowder and fill the gun. Flick the latch and add the bullet.

 

...

 

It was no use - he was only one man and there were tens if not hundreds. How could something like this happen? If he fell now then the order would be next. Another barrage of magic missiles assailed him, colliding heavily with his already battered and bruised body. One struck his sword, sending it spinning out of his hand and into the air. He briefly considered the fact that he should have carried more than one gun as he caught sight of the spent flintlock at his feet.

 

And then - like some kind of angel of salvation - a fire-clad figure caught his eye atop the ridge beside the hoard of cultists. She had came: despite everything he had said and done. An explosion of heat and light erupted from within the crowds as eyes spun to find this new threat. The hunter dropped to his knees: exhausted, but alive.

 

...

 

Second gun - flick the latch, empty the powder into the bag. Remove the bullet, clean the barrel. Check the hammer and the trigger, take a pinch of gunpowder and fill the gun. Flick the latch and add the bullet.

 

...

 

I guess I got used to your miserable scowl. She shrugged with a playful smirk. Besides, I told you we were on the same side. They locked me up - they had it coming!

 

He said nothing: reaching an arm around her waist, feeling her breath on his cheek...

 

...

 

Third gun - flick latch, empty powder into bag. Remove bullet, clean barrel. Check hammer and trigger, pinch of gunpowder and fill the gun. Flick latch and add bullet.

 

...

 

Flash of fire, misunderstanding and confusion. Why? Why this, why here and now? Pain - incredible pain as the flames erupted between the two of them, latching onto the metal band around his finger and searing through his skin. He pulled away, desperate to try and understand but fearful of making matters worse. Nothing made sense any more: how could it? He had risked everything: had questioned his entire existence for this woman - this Witch - only for her to turn on him now?

 

I'm sorry Adrass. It's better this way...

 

And she was gone.

 

His hand felt strange - lighter, as if something we're missing. The shock numbed the physical pain, but the stench of seared flesh penetrated his senses.

 

...

 

Catching a sharp edge on his singed finger, he fumbled - dropping a bullet and blinking as it rolled along the ground and out of his reach. He made no effort to retrieve it.

 

He had been wrong, had made the mistake of questioning his code once before and paid the price for it. Why couldn't things be the way they used to be, when life was easier?

 

It was much less disorientating to see the world in black and white.

Edited November 13, 2014 by Cinderscribe

[Shadow Dancer 111]

I continued to look around, thinking back once more to the fight with Lance. I still wandered why Adrass of all people did not just kill me and be done with it. "It would have taken little effort and he could have reclaimed his honor, or at least part of it. I guess something out there wants me alive for whatever reason." I said just breathing the words out. I thought of using my magic but decided against it.

[RunsWithSquirlz 274]

Tulla played with the fur on her bracers absentmindedly while staring into the fire. Her eyes flicked up and she watched Adrass with mild curiosity. She was never good at reading people but now, in thier moment of rest and quiet, she could see something bothering him. She guessed if she asked, he would give her a half-ass3d answer or not reply at all. That was fine, she hated prying into others business.

 

It was in these times of solitude that she found herself wondering where she came from and why her of all people was chosen by the King. It made no sense. Whenever she would inquire where she came from, King Adrian would quickly change the subject or give her a vague answer.

 

Tugg lifted his heavy head as a small lizard creature skittered into his view. It inflated the sack underneath its chin and sang to them, copying Roberts song once again. Mimics. Tugg hated these things. He tried to swipe it away with his paw, smacking the dirt and then lifting it up. The mimic was nowhere to be seen. Another cord stroke out and he shifted his gaze to find the Mimic clinging to the back of Roberts shirt. Tugg huffed and raised his paw again, intending to smash it into oblivion.

 

The princess shifted, drawing her tunic further down her knees and spitting out a piece of jerky into her hand. She held the mush towards Finn "C'mon little one, time to eat. Carefully now." Her words were laced with strain and tiredness. It took so much to feed her energy to both Finn and Clarke, but she wouldn't let go of either.

 

Tulla rose and unsheathed her sword, she didn't want to think. She needed a distraction. Anything. Quietly, she walked around the crackling fire and further into the dark woods, the sound of her steps soon faded into nothing. Tulla walked for awhile, finding a suitable tree, she began to practice. She slashed and jabbed at the bark, grunting with some effort as pieces flew off. Tulla put her frustration and anger into her thrusts. But why was she so angry? Why did this feeling not go away? What was that blasted dream?

 

She couldn't understand the empty wanting that was growing inside her. And why...why did the sight of Whisper anger her so? What was she jealous of?

 

( not the post im worki ng on. Thatll be when i get to my computer)

[Shadow Dancer 111]

I reactivated my Dark Vision spell and looked out into the forest I spotted a lone Direwolf walking through the forest. It went to a raised rock and howled, the sight was quite beautiful to hear. To our fourtune it was calm and gentle, not angry and agressive. But the howl ended almost as quick as it began.

 

It jumped of the rock and left my view. Dispite this I smiled, a Direwolf was a rare sight to see as they were quiet and swift. To see one was either a very good or very bad omen. Provided that one belived in omens of course.

 

I released the Dark Vision spell and just let shadows dance in my out stretched palm as I listened to the wind, my mind replaying the Direwolf's howl, a rare smile on my shadow cloaked face.

 

 

 

 

(Just a random event use it as you guys like)

[Torrent505 370]

@@RunsWithSquirlz @@Dji @@Alex Kennedy @@Sanctified Absence @@Flying Ace @ @@Shadow Dancer

 

Serafinno cooed gratefully and gobbled up the mush, then curled up in Whisper's lap giving a satisfied drawn out purr and heating himself up like a warm blanket against the cold forest.

 

Lance laughed at the little mimic that had entered the campfire trying to sing Robert's tunes. "See Tiger, just a little mimic want to share in your music, nothing to be afraid of." He frowned at Helena's little silver statue that was still going wild and bark out at the woods. Tulla got up and stormed off before he could stop her, he was grateful she had headed in the opposite direction, but still that might only help her so much. He stood giving them all a stern look, "No one else leaves the campfire. Anyone tries to I'm counting on one of you to stop them by any means! And be ready that mimic wasn't what set off little Honey's guard dog." He spun on his heel looking to catch up with the Beast Tamer as fast as possible.

 

When he approached Tulla, Lance just simply called out to her, "Are you out of your mind Ruff?! My number one rule for the forest, don't leave the group and now we've both gone and broken it! We're going back right now!"

 

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It wasn't more than a handful of moments after he left that there was a sudden yelp and whimper from the woods. Finn's scales were standing straight up like wild spikes, he started hissing and little sparks floating from his mouth; he smelled blood. Helena's silver werewolf statue had been just barking before, now it was going completely mad with growling, raised hackles, barks, and foaming mercury at its mouth.

 

At the barest edge of the camp light a large bloody muzzle came into sight, sickly yellow eyes gleamed, it's white fur shone around its bent humanoid form and in one heavy clawed hand was the limp body of a dire wolf. The monstrous thing tilted its head back and howled, behind it the forest came to life with rustling as more sets of eyes moved to gleam like jewels at its back. The little mimic dragon scrambled trying to scurry into Robert's shirt to hide. Helena's statue had its own head tilted back howling and copying the larger werewolf's stance.

Edited November 15, 2014 by Torrent505

[Flying Ace 142]

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Dresden nearly tripped into the fire trying to back away from the sudden appearance of this creature and the sets of eyes that followed it. "What is this thing?!" Dresden got in a defensive stance, in case this thing decided to go for them for its late night meal.

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

Adrass

 

Adrass' mind was still elsewhere when the creature appeared. He vaguely recalled Tulla and the dancer vanishing into the woods, but he hadn't been paying particular attention to either. All that he knew was that this thing was interrupting his rest.

 

He rose to his feet with an emotionless glare - still listening to memories of her voice rather than the words of the others around him. In one hand he drew a pistol, while the other flicked to his leg and unsheathed the runic silver knife. He had no idea if a curse like this was magical in nature and susceptible to its nullifying effects, but certain legends spoke of silver being potent against such creatures.

 

Of course, that was assuming he was able to impale the thing - and that the stories were true.

 

The hunter stepped forward, though calmly. The drive and the zeal that drove him normally were gone: he was merely going through the motions without any real fire in his eyes, or his heart.

 

"Let's just get this over with."

 

Raising his left hand, he fired a shot. Without waiting to see the result, the empty flintlock was back in its place and another drawn as he continued to trudge forward.

[Sekel 692]

@@Flying Ace, @

Helena's eyes widened in fear at the sight of the ... thing. "I th-th-think that's a w-w-werewolf." Helena stuttered, only proving that this werewolf was frightening. "I don't think- Adrass! Do not provoke it!" Helena shouted at the Hunter after he fired a round at the beast.

[Alex Kennedy 1,228]

By the time Robert began to take action, it was too late for him to try calming the beast with his music. Whether Adrass' shot hit it's mark or not, the thing was bound to pick up on the hostility. He welcomed the mimic into his shirt, finding it charming in a way, and perhaps useful later, besides. Steadily moving back from the beast, he tried to think of a song that might do them some good here. Not like he was much else good in a fight like this.

[Sanctified Absence 126]

Had Zaddion been any quicker, there might've been more than one way to get out of this alive, but thanks to the Hunter their options were drastically limited to two, with only one seeing them through this. From what he could gather, this thing must be strong, durable and above all extremely fast, so the Mage's Magick would only be useful here if it wasn't particularly intelligent.

 

 "Ancients dammit Adrass!" In one rapid motion, Zaddion was on his feet and had his sword plunged firmly into the ground before him.  Small threads of Light cascaded from the Krystal and up the blade, before dancing around the Mage himself in a strange chaotic harmony. The threads quickly transformed into wisps at their summoner's call, ready to receive his mental commands.

[Shadow Dancer 111]

I turned around to see what was going on only to see the Hunter attacking a werewolf and the light mage summoning  something, I pulled out my two daggers and cast my Dark Vision spell. I could see the beast clearly now but only for a few moments at at time. It was distracted by the Hunters attack so I took that opportunity to keep at its back and waited for it to notice me. I could hear one of the party members... Helena shout in vain. It was already to late, it was provoked the moment it was shot. "Come on notice me you damn beast." i muttered.

[Torrent505 370]

The Alpha Werewolf staggered slightly from Adrass' shot but the wound already seemed to be healing; with a growl it shifted hurling the dire wolf carcass at the prey that had managed to hurt it.  Then it turn to charge at the human shrouded in light viewing him as the most dangerous threat and disliking the way the bright light hurt its sensitive eyes.  It wished to disembowel him and put an end to the pain quickly.

 

Indicus caught a flash of another hulking form in his darkvision, that glimpse and a slight growl to his side was all the warning he had to save his life as one of the sets of eyes had moved to ambush him from the side and the darkness.  The deep dark crimson colored werewolf lunged at him snapping jaw trying to seek tender flesh.

 

A third and smallest werewolf of simple charcoal coat had much less finesse than its counterpart as it burst into the camp barking and swinging its claws wildly.  It was between Helena and Dresden, and seemed unable to decide which to attack.

 

Robert was largely being ignored by the monstrous wolves the mimic in his shirt shook but had stuck its head out his collar and continuously puffed up to let out a copy of the werewolves barks.  Robert could also see one final set of eyes in the darkness circling the camp, this gleaming pair slowly seemed to be making its way towards the cart where the unconscious Clarke would be easy prey if not for Finn spitting sparks in warning and Whisper seemingly at the ready.

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

Adrass

 

When the wolf shrugged off the bullet as it if were nothing, Adrass should have learned. Should have realised that attacking it was futile. A saner man might have run, but Adrass wasn't such a man.

 

Evidently he had made an unpopular decision in choosing to protect himself and the heathens around him. No doubt these Witches believed that they could use the demon somehow - harness it for their own nefarious deeds. Let them think what they would: he didn't need their approval.

 

"Fuck you." The hunter grunted as he twisted away a fraction of a second too late - feeling the impact behind his shoulder and staggering a step as he caught his balance. The second pistol was raised as he resumed his march towards the werewolf with the same uncaring stride - intent on challenging it on its own terms. He doubted it's back was any more vulnerable than its front, but attacking was the only option in his mind. The sound of the gunshot cracked in the night air

[RunsWithSquirlz 274]

 

Kingdom of Andalasia

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The banners flew black in the sparkling Kingdom. The streets empty and the normally jovial crowds were nowhere to be seen.  The people mourned for the loss of thier princess, but no one person mourned the loss greater than the King and Queen. The news of thier loss had only reached them in the few days past. The burnt remains of the caravan had been written up to raiders and barbarians, no one suspected that the Iron Maiden had any part of it. In comparison, the people of Illia only mourned for the loss of the chance to save thier dying King.

 

The flickering glow of the fire cast it's somber light unto Queen Serene. She leaned into her velvet chair, hands folded over a thick book filled with pages of her daughters drawings. From the first scribble of her infant hands, to the later drawings and sketches of flowers and her pet dragon. The Queen was numb, hands shaking as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks "You were only 15...my little girl...".

 

Her peace was disturbed by light rapping at the door. She arose to open the heavy door and turned her back to it once she did "Put the tray by the bed...I'm not yet hungry..."

 

A jingle of jewelry and a faint hint of spice. The Queens mouth was covered and she was pulled back, a cold liquid oozing down her throat. Serene attempted to struggle against her unknown assailant, but it was too late, the poison was already taking effect. She was laid down upon her mattress, eyes fluttering open, struggling to see her attacker. 

 

"Rest in peace, dear Queen. I am sorry for your loss." a woman said in a thick Ka'taanese accent. Blue eyes, the Queen noted, the killer had blue eyes and raven hair. The darkness crept over her.

 

The King was next.

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Kingdom of Illia

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Prince Roric peeled the skin off a grape before popping it into his mouth with a scowl. In the far corner, The Iron Maiden stood after explaining recent events. 

 

"You. You let a little girl escape?" he snapped.

 

"We presumed her dead, my lord." she replied calmly.

 

"Are you an idiot? An inbred dog?! Did you find her body? Or the members of her party?!"

 

"No...but I sent Crowley to search. It has been too long since he has returned and..." she began.

 

"The old fool? You must be mad!"

 

"As I was saying, my lord. His crow returned. Saliere has brought us news that they have headed into Ashcreek and intend to make it into Coppershine. The princess is guarded by two mages, an assassin, a Hunter, a thief, tinkerer and a bard. The woman and her beast still accompany her as well."

 

Roric seemed pacified by her report, playing with the bowl of grapes before him "And the other crow? Have you heard from Penelope?"

 

The Maiden nodded "Penelope was sent earlier to Andalasia, she should be carrying out her orders by now."

 

Roric nodded and chuckled to himself happily "Let's see if they survive Ashcreek."

[Sanctified Absence 126]

The werewolf's sudden interest in him over Adrass took the Mage by surprise, he didn't have the time to prepare the Magick he had in mind, but at least he'd had the time to gather enough. Zaddion's inability to actually injure their opponents had been a weakness thus far, but with Adrass's aid this should be just as useful...

 

Flicking his fingers forward, a few small wisps of white Light darted towards the creature, exploding in pure blinding radiance upon impact with the flesh. As with all of Zaddion's Light Magick, there would be no force behind the spell and only a dreadfully insignificant amount of damage would be as heat, but damage wasn't Zaddion's intention.

 

The Mage retracted his hand and held it out as if in anticipation to click his fingers, the other orbs of Magick waiting for his command. If the flash only momentarily stunned the creature he would use them to escape from it's attacks, if the effect was more serious he would attempt to keep it pinned long enough for the others to do some significant damage.

Edited November 15, 2014 by Sanctified Absence

[RunsWithSquirlz 274]

Tugg leapt in front of Helena and Dresden, roaring at the werewolf and snapping his jaws as embers sparked from his metal beak. The annoying mimic could wait. But where was his master? He fought the urge to leave the others and find Tulla, if she needed him, he would hear her signal.

 

The princess stood, peering over the edges of the cart. She didn't want to continue being useless. Thinking quickly, she outstretched her free arm towards the campfire and called to it.

 

Fire. 

 

The flames grew and the wood popped and crackled with effort. Whisper had never attempted this before, controlling a different element. Healing had come naturally, but exercising control over the elements required mental preparation. Of which she had little. A stream of fire erupted from the pit and swirled around her arm; encasing her untouched flesh in flames.

 

In the trees, the crow watched. It seemed nervous and unsure of what to do.

Edited November 15, 2014 by RunsWithSquirlz

[Torrent505 370]

The volley of light magic did surprisingly more damage than Zaddion anticipated, the alpha's chest smoked and the fur was singed away. It had staggered, blinded and monetarily stopped dead in it's tracks, which combined with the light magic illuminating it's silhouette gave Adrass a perfect shot. The gunshot rang out and the huge white wolf slumped as the bullet severed its spine. The body twitched the chest already healing the damage of the light magic, in a moment the spine would be reconnected and it would be back on its feet.

 

The black brute of a werewolf now had an enemy to truly focus on, I lightening fast claw clamping over Tugg's metal beak to stop the hated fire. Its other claw raking up and down the chimera's side, it was now fully ignoring Dresden and Helena.

 

The Lycan that had remained hidden beyond the camp light now snuck forward, its pack mates distracting the prey. A clawed hand reach out over the edge of cart seeking to grab the sleeping or wounded human that would make for such an easy meal.

 

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Lance started at Tulla, "Well? You stormed out here in a hurry, you better have a good explanation. Do you have any idea the dangers that you're in?! I though you seemed like the smart one in the group. Guess I was wrong." He reached out to grab her hand and drag Tulla back by force. But close by a girlish giggle rang light and airy like a small golden bell, Lance paled and drew his rapier, his eyes darting about. "We're in trouble now..."

[Sekel 692]

Even though her face was stricken with fear, her body instinctiveky moved. Now that Adrass had severed its spine, Helena thought she had a clear chance of shooting it. Raising her arm up, she quickly notched a bolt to it and fired it at the alpha werewolf. She was glad that Tugg tried to protect them though.