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The Ebonwood
Yveltskr
Interacting with: @Fyrra (Isra), @Vayne (Dustice), @Demon Shinobi (Roq), @Thaleko (Chidori), @Psyker Landshark (Jorin), @Jessica2477 (Velita and Khirel)
The beast loomed closer and closer. It growled its monstrous, guttural growl as she could practically feel its breath upon her face. Beatrix stepped back in hopes of breaking for a dash, but instead, something swept her off of her feet. She found herself clinging to snow-white fur, with her rescurer's voice coming from beneath her. Had Roq saved her? She ground her teeth, not sure of how to feel. On one hand, she was grateful for his help. On the other, however...
Now wasn't the time to think of belittlement. They had a creature to get rid of, and with the way they were attacking it, it seemed like nothing was working. But Roq was right-- she had to think of something, anything, to get this monster away from them and rescue Dustice. Roland's query went unnoticed as she turned back to look at the monster. What could they do? Could they go for its legs and knock it off balance? She winced to see Jorin's body fly back and hit a tree. Was he alright? It seemed like his armor had done well to dull the damage, but it still seemed painful as hell. Both him and Dustice had to be attended to once they got rid of the beast-- that was, if they could.
"Go for its legs, not its head!" she shouted to the rest of them. Hell, it was practically a last resort, but what else could do they do? Just keel over and die?!
As if on queue, a figure appeared and trapped the beast in ethereal shackles. Beatrix watched in surprise as he told them to strike the inside of its mouths. The certainty in which the monk spoke spurred both Velita, and even Jorin, who had taken quite a hit, to act. Velita's lance struck first, boring straight into the main mouth of the insidious creature. The monster's groans and moans of pain only developed into a cacophony of wails as blood poured from the oriface. Velita's blow had dealt it a grevious wound, yes, but Jorin's only amplified it. And, with another string of screams and a heaving shudder, it collapsed onto the floor in a hellish heap.
For a moment, Beatrix didn't say anything. She sat still, face contorted in shock, fear, and bewilderment. Slowly, carefully, as to not stirr the creature from an nonexistant slumber, she lifted herself off of Roq's back and stepped close to the beast. It laid there, thick, black blood pooling underneath its corpse. It seemed to deflate under the pressure of itself, and its many hooves jarred out in different directions.
Beatrix stepped closer, her lance at the ready as she stood next to Jorin and Velita. What in Lady Lorelei's name is this?! she thought, trying not to keep her voice from shaking as she prodded the creature's hide with the tip of her lance. It still didn't move.
"The injured should be tended to, first and foremost," Beatrix glanced at Jorin, and then at the distant form of Dustice's body, as she addressed everyone. It was difficult to keep her voice from trembling. This wasn't like fighting a highwayman or an army. This was something completely unknown to her, and maybe even to all of them. "Get the bandit and Dustice onto the wagon. We need to check if they have any serious wounds... the blows they have taken are not to be trifled with."
She glanced back up at Khirel, seeing the red-haired man still in the tree. At least he seemed uninjured, as did Roq, Isra, Velita, and Roland. After giving everyone a quick glance, she turned to the stranger. She would have run to Dustice's side to see if he was still alive, but she trusted that someone that was stronger than her could heft him over to Pascal's wagon for attention. She eyed the stranger with hostility, still on edge after the fight.
"Who, in the Lady's name, are you?"