“Suit yourself, m’lady.” Satori finished with a tip of her hat and a derisive laugh like a knife through the air.

There was at least one other champion beyond Eleanor and Nergal within the APC but he had chosen to remain silent, if he was even there at all, he was a tricky one after all and for all she knew the dashing devil Corban could have assumed a guard position not unlike Eubeal. The APCs provided to the members of the Knights were spacious unlike a typical military vehicle but this was because most members of the division required some sort of pre-battle ritual whether it was Meteor’s love of building models or Nergal’s archaic blood rituals. Provided that their guests were willing to ignore his chanting they were in for a pleasant ride.

Not so for those on the outside.

A howl split through the mists and all eight horses jerked back in terror. Before they could Satori’s head whipped around and the air darkened around her while her eyes flashed crimson, a visual representation of her increasing fearful aura, barring the horses path with invisible fingers cold as death itself. Between the Princess of Darkness and the shambling ghouls the horses had no choice but to amble further into the forest, relying on Eubeal to defend them for the time being, well save one horse who passed out then and there. The big male stud was still strapped into his harness so the vines were unable to tug him away, creating a very awkward scene where he was simply dragged along while a dozen wooden tentacles groped his body, a few seconds later the beast would shamble back to its feet ever so awkwardly with bits of foamy phlegm still flecking its mouth.

“I wouldn’t recommend that, the beast is here for the same reason we are, I imagine.” Satori spoke towards Eubeal. While she was happy to let the reality bender deal with the ghouls she wasn’t intent on starting a fight with fear itself. Yes, she could feel its presence and recognized all the signs of the monster that had battled Nergal to a bloody draw, the Primeval was amongst them. “Best we remain on the same page until the beast turns on us. Besides, we’ve been unable to successfully reproduce the monster from the samples we recovered, and I’m eager to see it in action. If you’re really that interested in it we’ve managed to brew a wicked wine from its blood though, it has a high chance of ending your life but the burn is unlike anything you’ve ever tasted I guarantee you.”