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Meanwhile, Yumi was positively beside herself as she watched Aramis's predicament unfold. She was absolutely close enough to hear Aramis's voice crack, and though it damn near caused her to fall prone with laughter, she managed to keep herself standing as tears of mirth streamed down her face. As she wiped a few drops from her eyes, she decided he had suffered enough that she wouldn't bring it up to the others.

As the flock thundered past her hiding place, she gauged that perhaps there were a few too many following him. While they only needed a few for their surprise party, she reasoned that the guild would likely pay a handsome price for these creatures.

Still fighting off giggling fits, she burst out from her hiding spot and began severing the legs of the stragglers of the flock with her scythe, just far enough back that Aramis couldn't see her. The ferocity with which she severed the knees of her victims scared the rear of the flock enough for them to scatter, though the mage's most zealous fans were too focused on their prize to notice the situation behind them.

Yumi brought her scythe back to the low, ready position behind her and took off at a sprint behind the small horde trailing Aramis. The silly smirk on her face contrasted with the urgency with which she ran. It seemed that while she was clearly amused at the plight she had thrust him into, she was still quite concerned for his safety, and was doing the utmost to ensure he wasn't in [i]too[/i] much danger.