Trico leant on her Scythe as the Beowulfs circled her, panting and groaning as she did so. Then, as if taking the opening of her sudden onset on exhaustion, the Beowulf that had clawed her moved in rapidly, looking to take her head. It drew close, and the anticipation was palatable from the Beowulfs. And then, it was all over. The Beowulf laid in three parts, it's hand severed from it's arm, and then it's body sliced cleanly in half. Between the bi-sected Beowulf, Trico stood with blazing eyes, a deep grin on her face as she did so. There was no words now, no words sufficed, only action. With a growl to rival the 'Wulfs, she charged into the battle, Death would visit this place, for her or them, she didn't not yet know. But it would.
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Sat on the decimated corpse of the last 'Wulf, Trico wallowed in a mixture of her own blood and the blood of the creatures. The stench of guts and the overwhelming warmth that always filled an battlefield this size was a mere distraction, not that she could do anything about it right now. Blood poured from her wounds, a large cut on her chest and a relatively deep one on her arm where new additions, but Trico paid them little mind.
"Your bleeding" a voice echoed, a voice Trico knew well.
"Really? And here I thought it was tree sap" She muttered. Not that she didn't have a bit of tree sap on her, the Scythe had caught a trunk at one point and spilled it. What that would attract, wasn't her first worry.
"Still so sarcastic. Even when no one is around" The voice commented, with a soft laugh.
"It's how life was meant to be lived" She replied, looking up with a smile of her own. Of course, there was nothing there, but still. The noise from the Mountain was a problem, not that she could help much now, but she needed to. Even that Dust-bint Laura was her partner, and abandoning her partner, wasn't a permanent idea. "Ally-oop" she muttered, standing from what remained of the Beowulf with some effort and heading to the mountain.