Fate - First Reply Wooded Woes

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's blade glittered in the light of a single moonbeam as it swept at the monstrosity before him, knocking back a claw that had been aimed to tear open his chest. The response to his efforts was a loud screech that send his ears ringing, and only instinct reminded him to jump and roll away from the clawed fingers that swept at his head, aiming to shred his face to ribbons, if not remove it from the rest of his body. "Crux. I hate Mnngals!"

The creature swooped back up to the canopy and gripped onto the branches before staring down at him. Hate filled black eyes stared down from that dense foliage, curtained by long dark hair that travelled down the creature's leathery winged back. That hair might have reached her waist if she had one, but her torso stopped just below her chest where there dangled enough giblets that Vulpesen was thankful his time as a soldier had prevented him from bouts of nausea at the sight of such visera.

"Got a mission Mr. Torrevaso," he growled as another screech heralded yet another swooping assault. "It eats babies Mr. Torrevaso. Should be Easy pickings for a grown warrior." Vulpesen rolled away again, feeling a length of his own dark locks get sliced off by the Mnngal's talons, close enough that one of his pointed ears gave an irritated flick in that direction. "Might have mentioned it can fly and has short swords for fingers!" He turned and crooked his fingers at the Mnngal, sending a crackle of lightning at the beast which whirled away once again into the branches, frustrating his attempts at an accurate shot. "Puffed up triplet bastards."

 

[Random Woman]

"By Maskat's wrinkled brow, what's with that INFERNAL noise?!"​

The question -demanding as it was- echoed over the sounds of conflict, originating from somewhere near the forest floor. After a brief and unfocused in-combat glare, it seemed to belong to some sort, pulsating pile of leaves? Nay, that wasn't it. Focusing further and drawing your attention from combat would reveal it to be a person. On the floor, covered by a blanket of dried and dead plantlife. They wore a robe, wooly and likewise clean as much as a living sheep's coat, with their head bearing some sort of laurel of leaves who weren't as dead as the rest of the - oh, who cares.

You're in the middle of battle, thoughts juggling between survival and victory. For one to uncover further details, they'd certainly have to avert their eyes from their foe for longer. Something which could prove fa-
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Spoiler: Another demanding statement.

"I'm trying to sleep over here!! Who's screaming and gnashing and clawing stumps?" ​

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Spoiler: And something else.

"Euuuuuughhh!" the figure groaned, audibly announcing their morning wrestling routine with freshly awakened vocal cords. ​

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's ears flicked again, this time to the voice of someone beyond the beast he was tangling with. "Who the h-" his words cut off in a yelp as he dived and rolled away from another swoop. "Miss, this ain't exactly the safest place to be right now!" Given what he was fighting, he found himself biting back a question, his better judgement only barely taking control of his tongue. The woman didn't appear to be with child and asking such a question could be rude, even in the best of circumstances.

"You haven't happened to see the lower half of a woman standing around somewhere, have you?" He flourished his sword and shivered at the sound of claws scrapping against steel, the screech mixing with the infuriated howl of a monster once again denied the blood of its target.

Random Woman

 

[Random Woman]

The woman climbed out of her almost burrow-like hole, shaking off chipped pieces of dry leaves and foliage from her monkish attire. Exposed to the fresh air and elements, she took a moment to sneeze, before returning her attention to the fighting man. "Lower half? Of a woman?"

Now taking notice of the ongoing battle, she lowered her posture and wrapped her hands in front of her body. "No, I was hibernating."​