[ There's a noise that sounds disconcertingly like the wild boars of Fodlan he's familiar with from traipsing through the woods there only to end up angering them, but his brain could be grasping at straws to find something familiar. He turns his head to ask the other whose name he didn't catch - or maybe wasn't told - something along those lines, but forgets what it was when he's standing alone. A callback, of sorts, to when the other man appeared and the sudden drop in temperature whispers past him.
Being alone so abruptly just adds to Claude's foreboding and he draws an arrow from the quiver soundlessly as he shifts his weight to ready to dodge again in an instant. The woods seem to still in a way that's never a good sign as he scans in hopes of anticipating what will come next and takes a cautious step forward.
In the same instant he does, the quiet breaks into commotion. There's the shrill scream of an animal unmistakably wounded and a man strikes from seemingly out of nowhere. There's not enough light for him to truly catch what happens, other than now he has a direction to go, more of a clue than the smothering scent too close to what he remembers of fields burning into nothing more than ashes. ]
Are you alright?
[ Risky to call out for a number of reasons considering he doesn't know if he's fully alone, that if whatever was wounded he risks drawing its ire his direction which could possibly spare the other man if he's being targeted right now, or that he's accidentally drawing other predators towards them. Still worth it, he decides as he jogs towards where the roaring is coming from and as he finds the edge of a clearing a rageful something greets him by charging forth.
Or it tries to; the result is something more like a stagger that's far less threatening than finding that glowing glare fixed on him. The slow stumbling buys Claude enough time to loose that arrow towards its face in hopes of sneaking it past the horn he has a feeling it wants to bury somewhere in him - something he's just as invested in avoiding. ]
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Being alone so abruptly just adds to Claude's foreboding and he draws an arrow from the quiver soundlessly as he shifts his weight to ready to dodge again in an instant. The woods seem to still in a way that's never a good sign as he scans in hopes of anticipating what will come next and takes a cautious step forward.
In the same instant he does, the quiet breaks into commotion. There's the shrill scream of an animal unmistakably wounded and a man strikes from seemingly out of nowhere. There's not enough light for him to truly catch what happens, other than now he has a direction to go, more of a clue than the smothering scent too close to what he remembers of fields burning into nothing more than ashes. ]
Are you alright?
[ Risky to call out for a number of reasons considering he doesn't know if he's fully alone, that if whatever was wounded he risks drawing its ire his direction which could possibly spare the other man if he's being targeted right now, or that he's accidentally drawing other predators towards them. Still worth it, he decides as he jogs towards where the roaring is coming from and as he finds the edge of a clearing a rageful something greets him by charging forth.
Or it tries to; the result is something more like a stagger that's far less threatening than finding that glowing glare fixed on him. The slow stumbling buys Claude enough time to loose that arrow towards its face in hopes of sneaking it past the horn he has a feeling it wants to bury somewhere in him - something he's just as invested in avoiding. ]