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HannahWell this was a nightmare if he'd ever seen one. Perhaps they would wake up any moment and none of these hounds would be here, that would be just swell. Yet the fatigue he felt was very real, and the smell of burning plant life and even Nymira's leg carried through the air, there was no mistaking this was real. With everything else going on too Amuné was in danger and someone had to keep an eye on her; Wyth could fight, but there was worry with what these creatures might do to him if they got a hold of the moorcat. For that reason Ethan had rushed to the girl's side, throwing what little remained of his strength into a gust to send the hound tumbling away. That was all the cue Wyth needed as the moorcat went in for the kill, promptly sinking his fangs into the Vazra's throat for the final blow.
"Hah... Good boy..." Saints was he tired, his entire body felt like it just wanted to shut down any second. Still the fight was going on even if it was dwindling down, he couldn't rest until everyone was safe and the beasts slain. Hearing the monstrous howl at their backs Ethan turned and gawked at the alpha charging down Geoffrey and Zander, too far to intervene and too tired to cast any meaningful spell. Those two were dead if it was upon them, and Nymira was still too busy contending with a final hound of her own to be of help. That's when his eyes found Cecil, watching the Machina spring into action at the last second and seizing hold of the hound. That was exactly what they needed, fantastic! Feeling an abrupt surge of energy, adrenaline he figured, Ethan was prepared to go over and help. He'd not taken even his first step however before his body seized up.
What was this? What was he seeing? His friends dying, torn to shreds by that beast. Vision flashing between what was happening before him and these untold scenes in his mind Ethan tried to force his body to move, staggering but hardly budging. A pain in his skull unlike anything he'd felt before, similar he imagined to one putting their own head in a clamp. Reaching up and grabbing the sides of his head he fell down to his knees as a breathless scream escaped his lips, the fatigue returning as soon as it had gone and pain along with it. It took only a second for him to double over after that, laid out in the dirt with a blank stare, having passed out from the exhaustion and sudden onset of pain. He heard Amuné calling to him albeit barely, her voice sounding muffled as though he were under water. The last thing he saw was her panicked face in his own, unable to hear even her voice before everything went dark.
Just the alpha and this pup left and they would be in the clear. Damn if these beasts weren't troublesome though. More than once Nymira had tried to drive her dagger into the Vazra's neck onto to have to draw back and avoid the saliva it secreted, not wishing to be burned a second time. It was quick yet so was she, their fight devolving to a game of tag almost as one tried to outmaneuver the other. With the alpha on the attack she could do little to help with her own hands full currently, taking some relief in Cecil finally taking up arms. Back to her own battle the hound was squatted low, its fangs barred as it poised to lunge. Crouching down herself the Dimuran loosened the grip on her dagger, eyes locked on the creature's as she waited for its move. As soon as it sprung up she reacted, trying to time her movements precisely to see it dead.
With a flick of her wrist she threw her dagger at the Vazra and found the blade a new home in its chest. Rolling then to the side she watched as the hound tumbled into the dirt, weakened by having an organ likely punctured by her blade. Scrambling over as it tried to get up she pushed it on the ground, ignoring the discomfort from the heat against her skin as she gathered flames swiftly, engulfing the hound in her magic. It wasn't enough to kill the beast but it did burn away much of the skin, leaving a charred and heavily weakened Vazra after a moment. Not taking so much as a second to breathe Nymira yanked her dagger free, flipping it over before burying its sharp edge in the neck of the beast. Using both hands to push it down up to its grip she held it there, not moving as the beast let out a few choked snarls before finally succumbing to its wounds, its head laying down in the dirt as the final breath passed its lips. And with that every one of those beasts was slain, and somehow every one of them alive.
That was her initial impression, yet Amuné's frightened screams nearly made her think otherwise. Looking over at the pair she frowned seeing Ethan on the ground, yet even from her place she could see his back rising and falling. "Idiot likely pushed himself too hard, no reason to worry, he's passed out," the Dimuran explained, yanking her weapon free and shaking it of any fluids on the blade. She was nearly at that point herself as she was feeling rather light headed, having expended more energy than she'd have liked burning that hound. Wondering what had become of the alpha, having been too engrossed in her own fight, Nymira glanced around until she spotted the mangled corpse of the beast against a nearby tree, no doubt Cecil's handiwork. He'd come in handy if more of those beasts showed up, she counted them lucky to have a warrior like him in their ranks.
"They're called 'Vazra', at least in my people's tongue," Nymira explained, pushing the corpse at her feet with her foot, wiping her brow on her arm to clean grime and sweat, "We don't know where they come from really. Some say the Void, others say they're summoned beasts. All I know is I thought they were native to Dimuran territory, beasts that live near volcanoes and in craters and chasms. I have no idea why one would be all the way out here..." Animals tended to migrate, this much she knew. Yet the Vazra had always remained in those territories, preferring the barren, smoldering terrain. Come to think of it too they were so sparse in number she'd almost thought them extinct, so why was a pack this far away?
No matter, the beasts lay dead and whatever threat they might pose was gone with them. Nymira might be more concerned had she the energy for it, yet as things were she barely had the energy to stand, never mind contemplate migration patterns. Heading towards the rest of the group at the cart she paused briefly at Cecil, giving him a rare, genuine smile of approval as she slapped him on the back. He'd saved those two simpletons today, and perhaps all of them. This was the second time now he'd proven invaluable to their efforts, she'd have to see him rewarded handsomely when all was said and done.
"I don't have the energy to be casting spells anymore, I've not even eaten breakfast," Nymira answered, "But just turn over the soil and bury the embers, that's all we need. You two can handle that, I'm sitting in the cart." She'd prefer to take a bath at this point given how filthy she was but there was no real water nearby, and they should be moving anyways to avoid another ambush, should there be more Vazra about. Through all the chaos the horses hadn't run away from them though they were clearly spooked, still prancing about against the trees which they were tied to. And with Ethan's idiotic self having burned out he wasn't available to calm them down.
"He's fine child, he's just spent too much energy," Nymira said as she squatted beside Amuné, placing a hand on the frantic girl's head, "I'll get him in the cart and he can rest, he'll be with us again by the afternoon I'm sure." Letting out a sigh she glanced at the Muran before linking her hands beneath his arms, managing to get him into a sitting position at the very least. Saints he was heavy, though her own fatigue did little to help with that. Grunting as she dragged him across the grass she circled around to the rear of the cart, getting him halfway onto it first before simply throwing his legs up, leaving him splayed a bit awkwardly but on well enough to get moving. Climbing up after him she moved to the front, sitting down on the cart and laying her head back. "Geoffrey, we should try getting to the next town soon. Vazra tend to hunt each other as much as they do other creatures. If there are more about you can bet they'll come here for an easy meal."
"Hah... Good boy..." Saints was he tired, his entire body felt like it just wanted to shut down any second. Still the fight was going on even if it was dwindling down, he couldn't rest until everyone was safe and the beasts slain. Hearing the monstrous howl at their backs Ethan turned and gawked at the alpha charging down Geoffrey and Zander, too far to intervene and too tired to cast any meaningful spell. Those two were dead if it was upon them, and Nymira was still too busy contending with a final hound of her own to be of help. That's when his eyes found Cecil, watching the Machina spring into action at the last second and seizing hold of the hound. That was exactly what they needed, fantastic! Feeling an abrupt surge of energy, adrenaline he figured, Ethan was prepared to go over and help. He'd not taken even his first step however before his body seized up.
What was this? What was he seeing? His friends dying, torn to shreds by that beast. Vision flashing between what was happening before him and these untold scenes in his mind Ethan tried to force his body to move, staggering but hardly budging. A pain in his skull unlike anything he'd felt before, similar he imagined to one putting their own head in a clamp. Reaching up and grabbing the sides of his head he fell down to his knees as a breathless scream escaped his lips, the fatigue returning as soon as it had gone and pain along with it. It took only a second for him to double over after that, laid out in the dirt with a blank stare, having passed out from the exhaustion and sudden onset of pain. He heard Amuné calling to him albeit barely, her voice sounding muffled as though he were under water. The last thing he saw was her panicked face in his own, unable to hear even her voice before everything went dark.
Just the alpha and this pup left and they would be in the clear. Damn if these beasts weren't troublesome though. More than once Nymira had tried to drive her dagger into the Vazra's neck onto to have to draw back and avoid the saliva it secreted, not wishing to be burned a second time. It was quick yet so was she, their fight devolving to a game of tag almost as one tried to outmaneuver the other. With the alpha on the attack she could do little to help with her own hands full currently, taking some relief in Cecil finally taking up arms. Back to her own battle the hound was squatted low, its fangs barred as it poised to lunge. Crouching down herself the Dimuran loosened the grip on her dagger, eyes locked on the creature's as she waited for its move. As soon as it sprung up she reacted, trying to time her movements precisely to see it dead.
With a flick of her wrist she threw her dagger at the Vazra and found the blade a new home in its chest. Rolling then to the side she watched as the hound tumbled into the dirt, weakened by having an organ likely punctured by her blade. Scrambling over as it tried to get up she pushed it on the ground, ignoring the discomfort from the heat against her skin as she gathered flames swiftly, engulfing the hound in her magic. It wasn't enough to kill the beast but it did burn away much of the skin, leaving a charred and heavily weakened Vazra after a moment. Not taking so much as a second to breathe Nymira yanked her dagger free, flipping it over before burying its sharp edge in the neck of the beast. Using both hands to push it down up to its grip she held it there, not moving as the beast let out a few choked snarls before finally succumbing to its wounds, its head laying down in the dirt as the final breath passed its lips. And with that every one of those beasts was slain, and somehow every one of them alive.
That was her initial impression, yet Amuné's frightened screams nearly made her think otherwise. Looking over at the pair she frowned seeing Ethan on the ground, yet even from her place she could see his back rising and falling. "Idiot likely pushed himself too hard, no reason to worry, he's passed out," the Dimuran explained, yanking her weapon free and shaking it of any fluids on the blade. She was nearly at that point herself as she was feeling rather light headed, having expended more energy than she'd have liked burning that hound. Wondering what had become of the alpha, having been too engrossed in her own fight, Nymira glanced around until she spotted the mangled corpse of the beast against a nearby tree, no doubt Cecil's handiwork. He'd come in handy if more of those beasts showed up, she counted them lucky to have a warrior like him in their ranks.
"They're called 'Vazra', at least in my people's tongue," Nymira explained, pushing the corpse at her feet with her foot, wiping her brow on her arm to clean grime and sweat, "We don't know where they come from really. Some say the Void, others say they're summoned beasts. All I know is I thought they were native to Dimuran territory, beasts that live near volcanoes and in craters and chasms. I have no idea why one would be all the way out here..." Animals tended to migrate, this much she knew. Yet the Vazra had always remained in those territories, preferring the barren, smoldering terrain. Come to think of it too they were so sparse in number she'd almost thought them extinct, so why was a pack this far away?
No matter, the beasts lay dead and whatever threat they might pose was gone with them. Nymira might be more concerned had she the energy for it, yet as things were she barely had the energy to stand, never mind contemplate migration patterns. Heading towards the rest of the group at the cart she paused briefly at Cecil, giving him a rare, genuine smile of approval as she slapped him on the back. He'd saved those two simpletons today, and perhaps all of them. This was the second time now he'd proven invaluable to their efforts, she'd have to see him rewarded handsomely when all was said and done.
"I don't have the energy to be casting spells anymore, I've not even eaten breakfast," Nymira answered, "But just turn over the soil and bury the embers, that's all we need. You two can handle that, I'm sitting in the cart." She'd prefer to take a bath at this point given how filthy she was but there was no real water nearby, and they should be moving anyways to avoid another ambush, should there be more Vazra about. Through all the chaos the horses hadn't run away from them though they were clearly spooked, still prancing about against the trees which they were tied to. And with Ethan's idiotic self having burned out he wasn't available to calm them down.
"He's fine child, he's just spent too much energy," Nymira said as she squatted beside Amuné, placing a hand on the frantic girl's head, "I'll get him in the cart and he can rest, he'll be with us again by the afternoon I'm sure." Letting out a sigh she glanced at the Muran before linking her hands beneath his arms, managing to get him into a sitting position at the very least. Saints he was heavy, though her own fatigue did little to help with that. Grunting as she dragged him across the grass she circled around to the rear of the cart, getting him halfway onto it first before simply throwing his legs up, leaving him splayed a bit awkwardly but on well enough to get moving. Climbing up after him she moved to the front, sitting down on the cart and laying her head back. "Geoffrey, we should try getting to the next town soon. Vazra tend to hunt each other as much as they do other creatures. If there are more about you can bet they'll come here for an easy meal."