As they sailed the winds, Lyselle carefully slipped the dagger back into place, acutely aware not to accidentally nick her newfound lover and simply watched the landscape blur on by with quiet wonder. Silently she smiled to herself, finding Ren's nod to her given - even if temporary - title to be exciting and heart-warming, like butterflies swimming underneath her skin. Eventually she heard, [i]“We’re close,”[/i] over the whipping whines of wind. Her brown gaze found Ren once more as she nodded again but this time instead of moving her focus elsewhere, she took these last few moments to stare into those ancient eyes, the link seemed to sigh in contentment, a quiet warmth rippling across her skin.

[i]“I need you to be strong.”[/i] The wire that connected them hummed with encouragement that seemed to fill her with a feeling of confidence, as if this age-old vampiress had a genuine confidence in her ability, bringing a light smile to her face. [i]“Stay with me, listen to me… But be strong, in yourself.”[/i]

[color=#9BA7C3][b]"Yes ma'am."[/b][/color] Something in the way that Ren had trust in her abilities and yet seemed to act like a leader sent another surge through the young huntress, filling her with trust and courage, quieting any fears of being held by a blood-drinker even further - though the echoes of doubts still lingered in her mind - just easier to ignore. The world shifted once again as they took a hard turn, gliding quickly towards the ground where Lyselle felt the impact of Ren's feet touching the ground.

As the huntress was lowered onto the ground, she slipped gracefully to plant herself onto the earth below and looked around for a few moments to get her bearing, but quickly following her guardian's lead. The gentle glow of being held still flickered in-between her heartbeats, even as her training snapped into place, handing finding the hilts of her blades. Her hunter sense was always 'on' but it was now alert - sharper and more focused as the energy of battle settled within her.

She could already sense another presence and knew instantly that it was the other vampire as they both of them began to walk forward. Their aura was weak, which was to be expected, and there were leagues of difference in the presence of their being compared to Renaissance's own which marked them as significantly younger. This afforded her the first time to realize that the younger vampire would be sorely tempted to gun for her - feeding gave them a chance to heal and regain their power and here was a human walking in like a snack. A slight click of her tongue as she tensed, she was almost certain the fledgling would interpret her presence as a [i]gift[/i] — a living vessel to heal from, which meant she may have to genuinely defend herself against the very person they were trying to help. [color=#9BA7C3][i]'Can't be avoided,'[/i][/color] she thought to herself. She wouldn't take it personally, but her silver weapons unsheathed none-the-less, though she noted the tug of something in their link - she would be sure not to hurt the offspring permanently or even temporarily if she could help it.

Another pulse crackled through the hair just then as Lyselle looked to the sides, letting out a slight huff. [color=#9BA7C3][b]"Werewolves,"[/b][/color] she said, warning the ancient sire of who had come to join the fun. [color=#9BA7C3][b]"Two of them... trying to flank us."[/b][/color] Even among seasoned hunters, her ability to decipher supernatural beings was among one of her chief abilities and one of the reasons she was hailed as a prodigy in the Vigil. Between that and her close-combat effectiveness, it set her up to seem far more experienced than she actually was. 

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As the pair drew closer and closer, Victor began to slow, careful to stay beyond the edge of a vampire’s hearing. As much as his blood flared and growled for him to jet forth, he knew better and lifted a slight hand for Violet to stop, before letting out a huff of frustration escape his nostrils. [b]"Smell that, sis?"[/b] he asked in a low, whispered tone. [b]"Looks like she called for help and..."[/b] The large wolf-man groaned in disgust. [b]"They brought a human for her - we need to do this fast. I'll go around the other side and attack first and go after the 'help'... you go for the wounded one after me and... [i]try[/i] to keep the girl from her - kill her if you have to."[/b] Most werewolves weren't innately hostile towards humans like the undead were, but neither did they hold much of a soft spot for them - if anything, they were often taught humans were just food for the abominations and so killing them was always preferred to letting a vampire get ahold of them.

Nodding once to his sister, he darted to circle the pair of vampires, careful to be quiet but quick. He knew he couldn't afford the wounded undead to heal and thankfully despite his size and shape, werewolves were known to be sometimes even more quiet than some vampires - one of the very few advantages they seized every time they could. It wasn't long before he was on the other side and started to creep forward, sniffing the air to keep tabs on his prey, tearing his focus from the stronger scent to lock onto the healthy vampire.