Whether she was getting closer or further away, the only means of confirmation was from looking about her surroundings. A couple of times, Rosalie thought she saw movement flash about her, leaves rustling as whatever little animal rushed by. They seemed to be heading in the opposite direction to the one she was moving in, meaning that she must be somewhat closer than she had expected. Glenn’s blade was weighing her down more than she had thought it would and even if it was just for show, Rosalie was beginning to question whether or not the effort of taking it down with her was worth it. She could be thankful she wasn’t climbing uphill with it - that was one thing she could be grateful for.

Rosalie stopped a moment, fear creeping into her heart upon noticing a massive wall of red before her. Was it Gore? The dragon looked so out of place in such a beautiful, calm and peaceful landscape; the waterfall and running stream almost like paradise tucked away and untouched by the battle that had ensued a little further up the mountain. It would make sense to stop here for a bit as it was quite far from where the hunters had set themselves up. Still, it did not mean they would not be able to reach the area. She had made it here, after all, and did not doubt others lacked the ability, either.

Slightly out of breath, Rosalie tried to even out her breathing and took a few quick steps back, hiding behind the nearest tree. The sound of her heart was loud even in her ears, so loud that it threatened to drown out all other noises. She needed to calm down. Instead of bolting out from where she was hiding with her sword raised, the girl decided to wait for a bit, watching and cringing slightly as Gore tried to rid himself of the arrows that had embedded themselves in his body, movements pitiful and painstakingly slow. Rosalie had been following the trail of blood, but she didn’t think this much damage had been inflicted. From afar, the Blood Dragon, a name so commonly heard in tales, had been invincible but the sight in front of her spoke otherwise. Considering that the hunters’ numbers had greatly declined as a result, their efforts might not have been in vain if they were to greatly wound a legend.

It might have been the gentle ticking of the blade trying to start again in her hand that drew Gore’s attention, the dragon looking straight at her hiding place causing her to freeze and take in a quick breath as her body went cold for a split second out of fright. Had he seen her? No, perhaps not, but precautions had already been taken, and he had every right to do so. Rosalie guessed that meant Gore was still wary or at least thought she was one of the hunters come to try and exact revenge. Glenn’s weapon wasn’t helping, either, the girl tempted to place a finger to her lips and make a shushing sound at the weapon, too... Of course that was foolish. Upon looking back up, Rosalie realised she had only a few seconds to decide whether she was going to let this one chance slip away or confront the dragon directly. The time given to her wasn’t nearly enough, and she found herself acting on it before she could think.

Warily, she stepped out into the open, looking very briefly down at the bloodied arrows Gore had managed to dislodge lying over a splashes of his blood. She forced the thought of this scene being the last thing she may ever see out of her mind, took in a deep breath and called out to the dragon, voice loud and confident despite what she was thinking. “Wait! Please don’t leave just yet!” Rosalie was singing the song of her death, but seeing the arrows on the ground made her think back to the lives she had witnessed being lost and she didn’t want to see the same happen in the town she had come to call home after the last five years. It wasn’t what she was used to, but it had come to grow on her even if the behaviour of a few people were questionable.

Despite what the sword may have suggested, Rosalie wasn’t with the hunters. She had been following them, but wasn’t exactly [i]with[/I] them. She just hoped the dragon in front of her wouldn’t prepare to roast her just yet. Even better if not at all. For now, she gripped the hilt of the blade tightly for strength. “Look,” Rosalie demanded sternly, finding herself having to raise her voice over the rush of the waterfall nearby, “whatever you plan on doing...I don’t care, but don't think about touching the town near here.” To emphasise her point, she waved Glenn’s weapon in front of her, making sure its body gleamed brightly against what light there was available on this cloudy day, “else more will come looking for you. If you really are [i]the[/I] Gore the stories speak of, then live up to the honour some depict you to have!” Rosalie paused, fighting to keep a steady composure. She wanted to ask something more, aware that it looked like she wasn't just there to warn him. No, it would have been too 'kind' considering what she had just seen. For now, she kept careful watch, readying herself. If, by the next two minutes she was still standing, she might as well ask.