[@goodmode][@Undying Curiosity]

Lykantha's mouth watered at the smell of nature that assaulted her nose. The foliage was a wall of green before her. She ignored the baiting and drew her dagger. A horror she was be but one that knew her enemy. She sniffed at the air: the tang of sweat was on the earthy wet tang filling the forest. Her first strike had been one of a test. Fear she sensed in the shield-man, but there was something that sent her blood-lust to the back of her mind. A will to fight. Even prey deserved respect. 

[i]Caution[/i], a voice breathed in her mind. 

Two against one. She knew her odds weren't good but failure wasn't what would come. She circled them using the foliage as her cover. They faced different directions, a smart tactic but what of the sides? She sprang form a tree branch, dagger held against her forearm. She willed her elements to mingle and smoke bloomed in her wake. She aimed for the shieldman's arm with a stabbing strike ready to run in another direction leaving a smoke cloud around her opponents.