[u][h3][color=pink]Lyn, Lyn's Hunt[/color][/h3][/u]

Lyn knew she should’ve been worried and frightened by now, her grip tight on purpose as she bounced next to Annabeth with each of Samson’s movements. Her body pressed close to the older girl and worry, quelled by the spell, hovered faintly nearby causing her to realize something was dreadfully wrong. She scanned the area expecting to see her mother emerge with spear in hand and engage the uninvited guests, but with each new arrival her worry was increasing when it wasn't the one she needed the most. Immediately she concluded who was the one that had been screaming deep in the woods. 

The acknowledgement smacked her like a cold, damp rag which was shoved aside unwillingly by the spell Annabeth had casted. Her arms squeezed the older woman’s figure and needing the comforting touch, trying to understand why she wasn’t feeling as terrible as she knew she should. Her mother was possibly dying somewhere in the forest, her allies being attacked, and all she could feel was an eerie sense of calm. Something about what Satori mentioned about psychomancy clicked in her thoughts causing her to frown, her eyes narrowed on her caretaker with accusation and a hint of hurt. 

Annabeth had casted a calming spell on her stop her from being frighten, but it also kept her from other emotions.  

The troublesome thoughts didn’t stop there however. Guilt swelled in her chest, faded and unclear, where it sat even though she knew who she was feeling wasn’t her fault.  If she could cry, she would’ve in that moment. Her family and friends were already rushing to deal with the invaders yet all she could do was stay out of the way. This thought caused her to press her cheek against the woman, her eyes closed to block out the scene. Naturally, on instinct, her heat pits took up the duty her eyes tried to shut off. It spread and started to collect information, including several heat signals, and one heading fast toward the pair as if tracking them. Like he knew where to find them. 

Abruptly Lyn’s body jerked upright at sensing MacKendrick. 

Even when he was moving in a blur to all others, her sense of heat caught him perfectly. While she didn’t have enough details to predict his movements, she knew the others couldn’t hit him at this rate and her mind tried to recall if she had any of her herbamancy seeds on her. To her disappointment it seemed in her excitement this morning, she had forgotten them. 

Still at least clear minded, she released her hands from Annabeth’s waist and began to search her own given medical kit rapidly but thoroughly. Her fingers lifted up various straps and covers to reveal the contents inside as she found something suitable. Hop seeds. 

Lyn focused her magic into the seeds then abruptly tossed them just before MacKendrick got up close and personal, his dagger edged to hamstring Samson. The moment the seeds flew into his direction, they extended and burst into its fully grown state just when he reached them. They would constrict to press Mackendrick’s arms about his body and tie him up with vine like strings, hopefully sparing Samson from being horribly crippled. 

Hops was often used as an energy boost which Samuel thought would likely beneficial so it was little surprised he packed a few seeds for relieving exhaustion during her hunt. A woody, vine like plant that when properly tended to grew like a weed. Being a herbamancer, it naturally suited her needs perfectly but the aftermath was tiresome. Already her head felt a little light from the magic usage giving her a warning she had used a great deal of her arcanite, leaving her just enough mage blood to cast one or two more spells, if she was lucky, without blood sickness setting in. 

Successful or not in hitting MacKendrick, she felt her grip loosen from Annabeth and leaned in close to where she had tossed the seeds. Annabeth would have to react quickly as all she would catch was Lyn quiet mumble and tired thoughts. [color=pink]”I t-t-think I over d-d-did it-t.”[/color] 

With no adrenaline surging through her system, keeping energetic and alert was impossible in her state.