[color=plum][center][h3] - Laurel -[/h3][/center][/color]

Sure, Laurel presumed that she could be quite frightening if she wanted to be but she was quite positive this lad was overreacting. He had been the one destroying trees in the glade where most of the other students went to for peace. He had made his bed and thus could lay in it as far as Laurel was concerned. She moved at an easy pace despite him seeming to be sprinting for his life. Like any feline she moved with the utmost grace and elegance, her gaze focused almost entirely upon her fleeing prey. There were few things that were sharper than her eyesight but a close second to it was her hearing. She heard nearly everything, combined with the feelings from the surrounding animals, especially the small phoenix the mage carried it was becoming a bit overwhelming but she ignored some things, pushing them aside in her mind and dismissing them.

What she did not dismiss though was the whirring noise of an incoming object. She was quite displeased when her vision was taken by the brightness of the explosion they mage had concocted. A soft snarl found its way from her throat, her face twisting into a brief sneer as she slammed her eyes shut, relying on her other senses to guide her. Her steps never faltered though, her feet carrying her easily across the ground. Her eyes quickly recovered, allowing her to find the source of the noise she had heard immediately before an overly large amulet sailing rapidly through the air. The giant gifted she had met earlier crashing through the brush just behind them. He seemed to gather his breath before shouting at them.

"[color=plum]I'm not the one destroying things, perhaps you should consider yelling at the witch rather than one of your own kind.[/color]" She offered easily as she looked at the much larger man. She moved easily, moving up and around the witch quickly before coming to an abrupt stop in front of him. Though her size was diminutive she was considerably stronger than she had any right to be and though due to the witches speed if he ran into her it would be quite similar to running into a brick wall. She would take a couple steps back with the impact to soften the blow but it wouldn't be something that was particularly pleasant. 

She could easily see the large shape in front of them, better he run into her than into the tree that she knew would crash down into their path because of being struck by lightning in the previous nights storm. She could hear the imposing cracks as the charred would gave way. It hit the ground billowing up dust and producing an explosive noise just a foot or so in front of where she had stopped dead in front of the mage.

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