[center][h3][color=peru]Regan Hadou
Silverbranch Glade[/color][/h3]
[@Lunarlord34][@Cello][/center]

That hasn't knocked it out. Most targets would lose consciousness to the full-body pain from that technique. The body and mind would react, convinced of a terrible wound. "[color=peru]You're rather tenacious. And smart enough to talk to each other.[/color]" This was her rescue target, right? Pain wasn't doing it, and one seeing through her sword to realize it was only pain, and not wounds, was a serious disadvantage to her.

It would be best to stop their fight. She was losing ground to stand on and would have to up her ante, unless she could reason with these... Two? Beasts? "[color=peru]I'm not here to fight you, and if you can talk to each other, maybe you can understand me. I'm here to rescue you, y'know? How about you calm down, and we fight off these poachers together? I really would rather not have to get rough with you...[/color]" She sheathed her sword, slowly. Somehow, her presence felt [i]more[/i] threatening. She did not initiate, but would wait to counter. "[color=peru]C'mon, now. You've got someone to go back to, haven't you?[/color]"

A crash behind her, some sound she couldn't recognize, grabbed her attention and she turned, to see a chunk of ground missing. A soft groan escaped her, she worked hard to reverse things like that...