[ seven, thancred says, but yennefer's eyes are still on the trees around them. she's not sure if it's fear that curls in her stomach, or if it's uncertainty. something tells her that this is wrong, that there is something wrong about all of this, but she can't figure out what. she takes a couple more hesitant steps towards Stephen, trying to bring the three of them closer together if only so they can keep eyes on each other's backs. tactically, she supposes it makes sense, and while she's had basic enough training in blades and self defense, she knows she won't be able to keep this up.
already, she's breathing a bit heavily. already, she's feeling something close to panic fluttering at her chest. she swallows it back if only because she knows it won't serve any of them, but seven? did he mean seven total, or seven more? the enchantment that Stephen's imbued their weapons is a gift, a chance, and while just as much of her is frustrated at how little she can actually do, she also knows she has to keep on her feet.
Stephen acts, lashing out with his orange and red tendrils, manages to take one of the wolves who have advanced on thancred. it does open up a chance for him, but the moment yennefer realizes what that takes away is when she hears Stephen cry out. ]
Stephen! [ she yells, more to let thancred know something has gone wrong than anything else, and then she's sprinting towards him. she didn't need to see just how the wolf sank its teeth into his side - the blood she sees and the jerky movements of the creatures head is enough for her to know it's dangerous. that Stephen is in danger.
it does mean that she's focusing less on the movement in the trees, and as she takes off across the clearing another of the creatures bounds out from the shadows, snapping at her heels. she's not entirely sure if it manages to catch any part of her - if it's just her coat, or if it's her calf as well, but the attack only has her stumbling for a moment before she's continuing. the one good thing about having the wolf's maw clasped around Stephen's middle is that it doesn't have the reflexes to disengage quickly enough to react to her, which means there isn't much in the way of her as she sprints over and she's able to drive the red-hot daggers into the black flank of the same wolf that Stephen has by the scruff.
does she notice the way that the remaining wolves have very clearly noticed the wounded one out of them? not at all, her eyes focused instead on the blood, the bite. the near-scream the vine-wolf makes as it tries to get as far from the heated blade as it can while still partially attached. ]
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already, she's breathing a bit heavily. already, she's feeling something close to panic fluttering at her chest. she swallows it back if only because she knows it won't serve any of them, but seven? did he mean seven total, or seven more? the enchantment that Stephen's imbued their weapons is a gift, a chance, and while just as much of her is frustrated at how little she can actually do, she also knows she has to keep on her feet.
Stephen acts, lashing out with his orange and red tendrils, manages to take one of the wolves who have advanced on thancred. it does open up a chance for him, but the moment yennefer realizes what that takes away is when she hears Stephen cry out. ]
Stephen! [ she yells, more to let thancred know something has gone wrong than anything else, and then she's sprinting towards him. she didn't need to see just how the wolf sank its teeth into his side - the blood she sees and the jerky movements of the creatures head is enough for her to know it's dangerous. that Stephen is in danger.
it does mean that she's focusing less on the movement in the trees, and as she takes off across the clearing another of the creatures bounds out from the shadows, snapping at her heels. she's not entirely sure if it manages to catch any part of her - if it's just her coat, or if it's her calf as well, but the attack only has her stumbling for a moment before she's continuing. the one good thing about having the wolf's maw clasped around Stephen's middle is that it doesn't have the reflexes to disengage quickly enough to react to her, which means there isn't much in the way of her as she sprints over and she's able to drive the red-hot daggers into the black flank of the same wolf that Stephen has by the scruff.
does she notice the way that the remaining wolves have very clearly noticed the wounded one out of them? not at all, her eyes focused instead on the blood, the bite. the near-scream the vine-wolf makes as it tries to get as far from the heated blade as it can while still partially attached. ]