[color=662d91]"Well... artist,"[/color] he corrected Esther gently. A soft spot he volunteered to the group, perhaps the first one. 

Though the expectation of ambush was there, he still walked into it. While his group mobilized, drawing their wondrous power to their defense, Liu carefully walked to place himself chiefly between the nearest plant and the young dragon. Crackling leaves were swallowed up in the strange sounds coming from the beasts. His right foot pushed outward a little bit. The wider stance would help with traction when inevitably he would have to speed to someone's aid, or move to absorb a blow. He was thankful that the group found his intelligence gathering capabilities acceptable because his combat ability would almost certainly come up lacking compared to the rest.

This fact became settled when light surged from the young master's weapon. No incantations, glitz or arcane might, he raised his arms up to cover both sides of his face, the stance of a boxer -- although he had nothing there in particular to protect. It was a matter of habit from his days when daily combat was an expectation from him. He had not yet learned the dullness and indifference inevitable for the undead. 

[color=662d91]"When we can move, out of their circle,"[/color] he suggested sharply, waiting for those creatures to make the first move, and looking for any more in hiding. He knew wolves to employ disturbingly clever tactics, and there is no telling (for him) how intelligent a creature in this world is at a glance.

Actions:
1. Search for wolves not hanging out in the open. 
2. Attempt to recall how many signatures he felt in the ping.