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[@Rune_Alchemist](ARL)

Because of Arletta's quick swordplay, three of the six now lied in pieces on the ground. Thankful for having such a skilled partner for such a fight, Magnus took a deep breath, trying to think of what to do next. Normally, wolves were cowardly once they were outnumbered, but he doubted that animals bold enough to attack a stagecoach would back off so easily. He didn't like it, but killing the remaining two was the only remaining option. If left to wander, they'd just form new packs and strike out against other innocent people. Hefting his axe up, Magnus really wished that they would have just ran away after his battle cry...even if they were animals, if it wasn't to survive, killing wasn't something he enjoyed in any capacity. However, a life was on the line, so it was reason enough. A swing of the cold axe in his hands would have slain yet another, but the beast, showing clear experience and killing instinct, sidestepped the blow only to lunge at Magnus' neck. A bite that would have been fatal, had he not managed to grab the beast by a horn to divert its bite to the air, freeing his other hand to grab its other horn. A snarling bark echoed from it as it stared him in the face, trying to snap at his face and claw through his tunic before a quick whimper filled the air, its neck snapped by the sharp twist Magnus subjected it to. 

The body fell limp once let go, Magnus hurried to his feet and grabbed his axe, looking down for a moment to notice...he'd scarcely had this tunic a few hours and already there was dirt and grass staining it, a large gash now made in it from the beast's horns and claws, though Magnus himself was only barely scratched. His right eye twitched a smidge before he let out a loud bellow, THROWING his axe at one of the beasts and almost splitting it in two from the force as it collided with the stagecoach, pinning the beast's body to it.

[color=FF5353][b]"THIS WAS A GIFT!"[/b][/color] he yelled furiously, before glowering at the remaining beast. Looking it dead in the eyes, Magnus seemed just as bloodthirsty as it was...a fact that seemed cemented by the furious heat of his breath, and the fury in his steps. While it backed away, Magnus slowly started to regain his composure bit by bit, before giving the ground one furious stomp, a final sign for the damn thing to back off; Outnumbered, the thing could only run to death head on or escape, as the Minotaur's gaze remained focused upon it, the previously present primal fury seeming to have faded just a smidge. 

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Regardless of the outcome, Magnus would dejectedly look down at the hole in his tunic, rubbing his right temple with that respective hand. [color=FF5353][b]"S-She is going to kill me..."[/b][/color] he said in a hushed voice, not wanting to admit that he got careless and wound up ruining her gift for him. The Minotaur seemed...far more worried with the tunic than he was with the armored man atop the carriage.

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[@Eviledd1984], [@Rune_Alchemist]

[color=A9A9A9][b]"A play sounds delightful; I wouldn't mind performing a bit, if you would pardon my inexperience."[/b][/color] Nephele said, keeping a reserved air about her as she walked. The hustle and bustle of the place seemed very lively, so her doubts about the job were starting to dissolve a bit. After all, what purpose would an illusion have to deceive not only the eyes and ears, but the nose as well? At the mention of the two available tasks, Nephele was made aware that she wasn't very well suited to rope work by just looking at her hands.

[color=A9A9A9][b]"Um...much as I would love to tie complicated knots, my hands don't exactly permit that..."[/b][/color] Nephele said, a bit self conscious as she tapped her clawed digits together. Tying a rope, in just about any form, seemed like an impossible task for the knife-handed woman. She'd be lucky if the rope wasn't being shredded if she even held it. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Regrettably, I must insist on...not tying knots. My deepest apologies."[/b][/color] she said, bowing her head in apology. [color=A9A9A9][b]"I can, however, retrieve your daughter for you. I'll be brief. Maria, make sure to ask for help if the chandelier is too heavy."[/b][/color] she said, hurrying out to accomplish her task. It was a bit shameful, she had to admit, but she just...couldn't tie a knot. Regardless of rope or wire, she'd lived her whole life in a damn cave. Having managed to avoid an embarrassed red from coming over her cheeks, Nephele patted herself on the face after leaving to go to the graveyard. She would need to become capable...much more capable to become a dependable adventurer. For now, she simply resolved to making it up to Maria later, carrying herself on swift feet to the graveyard in search of the girl, expecting it to not be very crowded at this hour. Once she found the girl, she would approach, perhaps a bit too close, and a bit too fast. Practically dead behind her if she were facing the other way.