Eretejva_pandemonium
Luna's little stunt with the fallen Norden earned her a great deal of horrified and furious stares from those in attendance. Their beliefs around death and the passing of the Svalen were bound in honors and tradition. Had they not been beset upon by a new, monstrous foe, she likely would have dealt with several very angry warriors.
Sigrith eyed the woman, heterochromic stare detached of any immediate opinion on the matter, excepting for the very fact that Luna felt the need to jab at the size of her sword. The very sword that had just spared the lot of them a good bit of grief with the prior abomination. The Witch reaffirmed her grip on the hilt, peeling her attention away from the strange woman (and that said something coming from a Witch) to look upon the behemoth now stalking their way.
It lumbered toward them in slow, rhythmic strides, decaying head held on a swivel. There was nothing, but nothing that this hunting party could wield to take down something of that nature and she knew it. Arrows set free snapped off the skull, an axe would prove nothing more than a prickle.
"Split up-" she choked over a lungful of burning air, "split up! It's slow, go around either side, head for the Portal Stone!"
"San! With me!"
Her legs protested, her body felt the weight of building fatigue, but she was not about to die here.
Luna's little stunt with the fallen Norden earned her a great deal of horrified and furious stares from those in attendance. Their beliefs around death and the passing of the Svalen were bound in honors and tradition. Had they not been beset upon by a new, monstrous foe, she likely would have dealt with several very angry warriors.
Sigrith eyed the woman, heterochromic stare detached of any immediate opinion on the matter, excepting for the very fact that Luna felt the need to jab at the size of her sword. The very sword that had just spared the lot of them a good bit of grief with the prior abomination. The Witch reaffirmed her grip on the hilt, peeling her attention away from the strange woman (and that said something coming from a Witch) to look upon the behemoth now stalking their way.
It lumbered toward them in slow, rhythmic strides, decaying head held on a swivel. There was nothing, but nothing that this hunting party could wield to take down something of that nature and she knew it. Arrows set free snapped off the skull, an axe would prove nothing more than a prickle.
"Split up-" she choked over a lungful of burning air, "split up! It's slow, go around either side, head for the Portal Stone!"
"San! With me!"
Her legs protested, her body felt the weight of building fatigue, but she was not about to die here.