[ yennefer could argue with thancred further, if it weren't for the sudden change in focus, in attention. the danger of the situation sits heavily in the air around them all, even as stephen manages to (seemingly) get his shield up at an appropriate distance. even as thancred begins to move. he's confident enough, even as they all find themselves trapped, surrounded, by what she is certain must be a pack of them. nothing we can't handle, i assure you.
she very nearly has some quick remark to shoot back to him, something about how if he's so sure of himself, why doesn't he do something about them? but it's at that exact moment that thancred does - bursts forward to the closest wolf and slices clean through its leg. yennefer, with a shared sense of confidence now knowing they can be harmed by the blades easily enough, follows after thancred at a safe enough distance.
stephen's confirmation that he's fine followed up her glance over to see him standing has her focus back on the wolves around them, or at the very least attempts to try and track them down, movements seeming to come from every direction before she can really tell a solid number. stephen's voice cuts through the sounds, though, calling her name, and she turns just in time as one of the wolf-lik creatures bounds out of the trees around them. she strikes out with both of her daggers, their blades now glowing red hot with stephen's magic, and when they land a new sort of hissing noise could be heard.
the wolf yelps, falling back on its hide and in pain. yennefer, without pause, pushes forward to drive her daggers into its chest and rip through the greenery and vines. she pulls the daggers free moments later and turns back to survey the rest of the pack, her hands tight on her own blades. there is no hesitation to her movement, but rather a kind of tension in her, as she once again finds herself desperately trying to call for her chaos - for anything - and finding that nothing comes to her call. ]
How many?! [ she calls out to both thancred and stephen, her focus on the shadows of the trees. she's counted what...seven? ten? she's now taken care of one of them, and thancred another. but what are they to do if there are even more just beyond their eyesight. ]
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she very nearly has some quick remark to shoot back to him, something about how if he's so sure of himself, why doesn't he do something about them? but it's at that exact moment that thancred does - bursts forward to the closest wolf and slices clean through its leg. yennefer, with a shared sense of confidence now knowing they can be harmed by the blades easily enough, follows after thancred at a safe enough distance.
stephen's confirmation that he's fine followed up her glance over to see him standing has her focus back on the wolves around them, or at the very least attempts to try and track them down, movements seeming to come from every direction before she can really tell a solid number. stephen's voice cuts through the sounds, though, calling her name, and she turns just in time as one of the wolf-lik creatures bounds out of the trees around them. she strikes out with both of her daggers, their blades now glowing red hot with stephen's magic, and when they land a new sort of hissing noise could be heard.
the wolf yelps, falling back on its hide and in pain. yennefer, without pause, pushes forward to drive her daggers into its chest and rip through the greenery and vines. she pulls the daggers free moments later and turns back to survey the rest of the pack, her hands tight on her own blades. there is no hesitation to her movement, but rather a kind of tension in her, as she once again finds herself desperately trying to call for her chaos - for anything - and finding that nothing comes to her call. ]
How many?! [ she calls out to both thancred and stephen, her focus on the shadows of the trees. she's counted what...seven? ten? she's now taken care of one of them, and thancred another. but what are they to do if there are even more just beyond their eyesight. ]