[color=f49ac2][u]Lyn [/u][/color]

Lyn felt the fear hold her there. Its grip pinning her there, keeping her from moving while her widen eyes watch when the conflict broke out. The robed man had a scary smile. His thin lips pulled back and eyes narrowed, clearly enjoying the power and weakened position they were in. She hadn’t even realize her hand had slipped under her tunic to pull her own dagger free until she held it in her smaller fingers. Each one wrapped tightly and whitened by the terror pounding adrenaline through her veins causing her struggle over what to do. How to help those she wanted to. 

The girl had never drawn blood before. In her short life, she had never fully used the blade for its whole intended purpose and that wasn’t something she wanted. It made her middle feel like worms, wriggling and slithering within, as she swallowed the lump nestled in her throat. She whimpered when she spotted the demons. Her Uncle Tyrael’s tales about demons and their horror crept into her mind, poisoning her movements to help. 

Her bear, on the other hand, wasn’t so easily fazed. The small, vicious little ball of fur and fluff let out a small growl foreign to the stuff animal’s nature at the illusions. Its muzzle curled up to reveal several sets of steel teeth. Each an inch long, sharp and able to sink into tough hide similar to Naga skin if needed. The two paws made a slink sound when its claws ejected to the surface, glistening in the daylight for a moment. This thing wasn’t just any toy. 

Each time the toy had swiped only to see the demons dart from its grasp, ignoring it to attack Lyn. Each time it caused her to step back to Alaira, failing to bring herself to defend herself, as the bear struggled to defend her. This wasn't working. The bear could see that much and noticed the guards nearby, attacking Ssarak, Mei and Darius. All of them seemed to handle themselves well mixing their magic with their attacks from sneak attacks to improvising tactics, their styles easily shouted their personalities to the bear. 

When Mei swept a wind air at the guard, possibly knocking him down, the bear lounged. The small size and low attacks were hard to avoid if one didn’t see it coming, giving the stuffed toy some perks to its limited range. Its right paw slashed out at the nearest exposed skin. Likely the throat or leg back, strictly depending if the man was caught in the attack or had dodged and ready to attack Mei’s back. 

If it struck true, it would hear a scream causing it to grin. Then it would bring its other paw to repeat its earlier score, inflicting more pain.