At that cry, Claude's instinctively reaching for his bow to ready it with one hand going to rest on his quiver as he stares out into the trees. "I remember them from the hunting grounds. Nasty little ones, aren't they?"
Said with casualness which belies just how closely he's watching those eyes as they appear to stare back at them just as forebodingly, and which covers up that he's sizing up the distance while drawing an arrow to nock it. The odds - they aren't impossible but they aren't great, and when Istredd lights up the area he readies a shot. Instinct would have him letting it fly in practically the same instant, but what he's not ready for is what happens next.
Nanaue's roar makes his horse sidestep again, but Claude doesn't miss that it does the same to the Ceknias. Before he can take advantage of that, what happens next almost goes by too quick to register as one Ceknias is in the air, headless, and then launched right back. If it wasn't for the remaining predators rushing their way he might've stayed frozen in astonishment a bit longer, but instead the arrow at his bow finds its home in that third rushing Ceknias which screeches in response.
"Drive them back a bit if you can!" That's to whoever responds first when some habits of taking charge to organize a fight come up by instinct. If they could get a bit more space it'll help with staying on the defensive, and he's already reaching for another arrow to send flying with deadly aim towards one menacing Istredd. "And do that again, Nanaue!"
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Said with casualness which belies just how closely he's watching those eyes as they appear to stare back at them just as forebodingly, and which covers up that he's sizing up the distance while drawing an arrow to nock it. The odds - they aren't impossible but they aren't great, and when Istredd lights up the area he readies a shot. Instinct would have him letting it fly in practically the same instant, but what he's not ready for is what happens next.
Nanaue's roar makes his horse sidestep again, but Claude doesn't miss that it does the same to the Ceknias. Before he can take advantage of that, what happens next almost goes by too quick to register as one Ceknias is in the air, headless, and then launched right back. If it wasn't for the remaining predators rushing their way he might've stayed frozen in astonishment a bit longer, but instead the arrow at his bow finds its home in that third rushing Ceknias which screeches in response.
"Drive them back a bit if you can!" That's to whoever responds first when some habits of taking charge to organize a fight come up by instinct. If they could get a bit more space it'll help with staying on the defensive, and he's already reaching for another arrow to send flying with deadly aim towards one menacing Istredd. "And do that again, Nanaue!"