[color=#b7b7b7][indent]She should have taken a low stance and held; in some gallant headspace, she’d expected her opponent to clash with her. Of course, now their composure made sense. Now, their support hurtled at her, vulnerable, from the dark — before an eruption of ethereal flame and they collided hard with another wagon in the boxed-in arena. Afra would make do with it, sticking her charge, her opponent dodging cleanly to one side before rebounding, those stained jaws hinged far apart.  

A tail manifested underneath the wolf Laguz’ hind legs, rushing their ankles aside — they gallivanted into the ground. And Afra, whipped around with the momentum, drew her claws to slice across shoulder to tail — ended it. 

The other wolf, with knowing gaze, kicked and drug itself beneath the covered wagon. Gilded embers fell from their flank as they disappeared to the other side. 

[color=#FFFBDC][i]Pack logic![/i][/color]

Afra’s thoughts came rushing onto her. [b][color=#FFFBDC]“If it’s just Laguz, they’d be outmatched if I transformed. They’d need to recoup quickly”[/color][/b]— to herself, then she adopted imperialism in stance and tone. [b][color=#FFFBDC]“[color=0072bc]Mage![/color] I can’t stay here. The wolves will return and there will be more of them—”[/color][/b]

Not-so-distantly, a bandit howled at the moon. 

Afra’s commandeering air revealed itself to be half-so — half frustration. And between avoiding the body and avoiding eye contact with the child and her father (Daein armor?), her eyes were flashing in all directions, her senses were clogged with foreignness and blood-smell and she looked to teeter towards panic. [b][color=#FFFBDC][i]“The damn dogs are more organized than us,”[/i][/color][/b] she cursed.
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[color=#E6E6E6]♢[/color] [color=#B40404]Wolf Laguz Bandit[/color] is deceased.
[color=#E6E6E6]♢[/color] [color=#B40404]Wolf Laguz Bandit[/color] is getting reinforcements.
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