[ It's the sounds of a struggle, thrashing in the underbrush, that had drawn Sylvain in this direction. Hunting for the echo that had drawn him here in the first place had proven fruitless so far, but the sight of a familiar figure struggling against the pull of a vicious looking demigod as Sylvain leaping into action without even pausing to think.
There's the roar of a lion and bright flare of sunlight to announce his present a moment before the slash of a lance glowing with radiant light slashes down to sever that tongue.... intestines??? - from the maw trying to drag Astarion in.
Nose wrinkling in disgust, he does his best to put himself between the vampire and the thing trying to feed on him. ]
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There's the roar of a lion and bright flare of sunlight to announce his present a moment before the slash of a lance glowing with radiant light slashes down to sever that tongue.... intestines??? - from the maw trying to drag Astarion in.
Nose wrinkling in disgust, he does his best to put himself between the vampire and the thing trying to feed on him. ]
Out making friends, I see.