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Ma’am! Bleh. She wasn’t not a ma’am. She made a poor approximation of a ma’am. Katrina gave her had a shake as she refocused. Now was not he time to wonder about her being a ma’am or whatever. There was a battle to fight and a victory to be claimed. She couldn’t afford to lose track of where she was or what she was doing. She had removed herself from the main battle to defend the musician. There were others that had done the same. Hopefully, there would be no lives lost in this battle, especially since it was not against the true enemy.

Then a roar filled the air and the wolves turned to face the Leonin. It was an excellent distraction, but Katrina had to question the wisdom calling all of the attention to oneself, especially in a battle with these many wolves. It didn’t matter. Katrina planted her rapier in the ground and placed her knife hilt between her teeth in order to draw her bow. It was an easy thing to restring in and soon she had arrows flying with deadly accuracy at the retreating wolves. Arrow after arrow flew. This was not a method that would last forever. She needed a better method and quickly.

Then the music from the small musician filled the air. Stunned Katrina turned to look at him. She knew a little bit about magic, not enough to do it, but enough to realize what type of song was being played. It wasn’t being played well, but right now it was the best song Katrina had ever heard. Strength, with this Katrina would be able to wield her broadsword as if it was her rapier without losing any of the force behind the blows. Her punches would be brutal. Her arrows would fly faster and sink deeper. This was brilliant! Katrina wanted to laugh and sing and dance.

Instead she just smiled a sort of manic grin at the terrified bard as she removed the knife from her teeth, “Well! That’s incredible. Thank you!” She gestured at the rapier, “Keep an eye out on this. I would hate to lose it.” She tossed him the knife, so it landed at his feet, “Just in case one of those beasts get too close. I will want it back.”

With that she unstrung her bow and placed it back in the quiver before drawing her broadsword taking the hilt in both hands she stalked towards the wolves. With a shout she began her attack. This was different from when she had been using her rapier. That had been almost a dance, gracefully, poised, each attack perfectly calculated. This was more of an assault, deadly, forceful, violent. Each attack was still perfectly planned, but it was less about striking where she wanted to strike and more about using the force, she created with each swing efficiently. Each weapon in Katrina’s arsenal required a different technique and style. While she couldn’t claim to be a master of them all she did know them, and she was beyond competent.

Speaking of efficiency Rolf was just as competent. The bird swooped into the battle to attack at eyes and ears with his claws and beaks only to fly out of reach of claws and fangs just in time to avoid receiving injuries of his own. Both companions had been doing this for far to long to get in each other’s way. In fact, they worked in perfect harmony. Rolf would take a set of eyes and Katrina would follow up by taking a head. The human would have her back turned and Rolf would come to pull a tail. The spun around each other and across the battlefield in a deadly dance of steel and claws.

It couldn’t last forever. Katrina was human and didn’t had endless amounts of stamina. It was only a matter of time before a wolf figured out that their claws did practically nothing against her steel armor. Soon, a particularly clever one lunged with its teeth to sink in Katrina’s unprotected arm right at her elbow. She let out a shout of pain as she tried to shake the creature off. It didn’t work. She dropped the stabbed the sword in the head of another enemy and left it there as she reached into her cloak to pull out another knife with her free hand. That knife was sunk into the neck of the wolf that still had hold off her arm. The wolf let out its own shout of pain and let go. Katrina kept ahold of her knife and it left the wolf. She kicked it to get it further away from her. How many of these wolves were there? How many had they killed already? How many where there left to kill? And where were those kidnapping werewolves? Too many questions, not enough time to think about it, still a fight to be won.