The elf’s wrist was caught, Luna barely managing to grab it before the weapon was brought to her neck. Sarah gave a mildly surprised grunt as Luna’s head met hers, the impact of which caused her to stumble backwards just a bit, head swimming from the rough impact and shortly followed by a blow to her stomach from Luna’s shield.
“So you do have some tricks, huh.” Sarah replied, barely managing to deflect Luna’s sword, holding her sword with both hands beside her head, blade pointed towards the other knight. She was clearly on the defensive now, though how long that would stay so, remained to be seen. The elf in retaliation would attempt to side step around Luna, attempting to flank her with her speed.
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“Ah the cat talked!” Lugh would exclaim as Luana made her presence known. Elnith’s hand tightened on her blade, clearly wary of this feline beast as it began to speak, and only until it revealed itself as a human practitioner of druidcraft did her grip on the blood red blade relax a little. “Ah, the cat turned into a pretty lady!” Lugh would astutely observe, earning a soft bop on the head from Elnith.
“A druid…out here…mhm, did you learn from the Tuatha?” Elnith would inquire, still a bit wary, shaking her head and declining the offer of earplugs. “My hearing is…far too good for those to be effective. I should be fine, for a while at least. My curse at least offers some resistance to other curses and spells.”
“Hmm…seems fine.” Lugh nodded. “Not bad. Pretty lady is just pretty. Not Unseelie or Fomorian. Don’t think earplugs work.” He’d point to his large, fluffy ears. He’d need a lot of cloth for that. “But Sorcha says I should thank you for the offer so thank you.” This, was about when their conversation would be interrupted. Not by unseelie or fomorian, or something else attacking them.
But by a song.
The entire forest went deathly quiet. An uneasiness settled over the air, birds that had been flying above fell from the skies near instantly, one falling to the ground near Ethelred as a few more could be seen falling in the distance, forced into a sleep while they were still flying.
It was a mysterious, otherworldly noise. Whoever was singing, was singing something none could understand, but if it flowed like water but was dissonant as the grinding of stone.
“...it hurts.” Lugh winced.
Every single one of their bodies, save for Luana would find themselves briefly turning in near unison towards deeper into the forest, an almost uncontrollable urge to follow overcoming them.
The cephalopod tentacle slammed into Elia’s legs, but in the same instance the axe was brought down onto its body. The axe cleanly swung through the flesh, cutting another deep gash into the writhing mass as it’d attempt to now coil around its leg…but that was all it could do. It shuddered, a wet squelching noise coming from it as it went momentarily rigid and then completely limp, falling to the ground and releasing the brief grip it had on Elias.
Its body would turn translucent, before ultimately disappearing in little motes of light.
“...haaa…” The mage relaxed now, shoulders slumping a bit as she’d pull herself to her feet, rubbing the back of her neck. “I suppose I should thank you.”
“Eh, why aren’t you saying anything? Fomorian caught your tongue?” Cethlann didn’t seem cowed by Fio’s silence. If anything it seemed to amuse her. “Come ooon, what’s the matter? Surely you’re gonna tell me? Eh? Why are you coming closer?” Those words had barely just left her mouth as Fio began, of all things disrobing
“Eh?! Eh!? What are you doing!? Are you actually a high class witch?!” Cethlann would shriek, only confusing what exactly she thought a ‘witch’ should be even more as she’d struggle a bit in her bonds. “I’m a married woman you know! You’d do this to a married woman!?” Well, that was…information. Probably false, considering this was under duress and there was a high chance Cethlann was just messing with her.
Still, this little show would continue as Fio managed to pull the Fomorian’s coat off of her, the fabric surprisingly soft and extremely clean, and just the right size for Fio it seemed like. Cethlann herself was left red faced, and naked, aside from her own undergarments.
This, would allow Fio to see the rest of her body. For the most part there was well, nothing of note.
Save for a large, vertical scar that ran the length of her stomach. She could barely make out another, much larger scar on her back.
“...I-if this is how you torture people I may have to rethink my opinion of your…witchiness.” She’d grumble, seeming more like she was pouting than actually upset at the turn of events, though whether that made Fio feel better or not…remained to be seen.