Nagaram

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al picked another knife and aimed it again. He spent a few second thinking before sighing and sheathing the blade. "You guys can have him. No point getting blood on my blade when I don't have too I guess. Just means more cleaning later."

[Cifero Windtail]

Viola nodded. "He's... he's probably sufficiently frightened, now, so there's no point in it," she says, pulling out her dagger and stepping towards the raccoon. "Might as well hurry things along... This knife hasn't seen enough blood yet anyhow."




The figure tenses their body. They grin.

[Rayleonarde]

The raccoon tried to push himself away, leaving a crimson trail behind him. "N-No! P-Please!"


The hordesmen had their weapons drawn, varying from swords to halberds. They were eager to kill, but seeing Viola approach the prostrate raccoon kept them from advancing.

[Razuel]

How far are the others from Angel?))

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

"Hurry up Viola, don't let the suspense kill him before you do." Al said, watching to see if Viola actually goes through and kills him. He hoped she would. Otherwise, there was going to be some problems.

[Rayleonarde]

(((Pretty far, about a day or so away.))
The raccoon closed his eyes; he knew there was no way out.


The hordesmen collectively leaned towards Viola with bated breath.

[Cifero Windtail]

Stepping forward, Viola reversed the grip on the knife and raised it high above her head, seeming ready to strike.




Suddenly, a crossbow bolt flew out of the bushes and knocked the dagger from Viola's hands. The bushes all around started to rustle.


Blinking, Viola reached for another knife, but as she raised this one, another crossbow bolt hit her square in the navel, blood seeming to blossom immediately. Looking stunned, the hybrid toppled forward, doubling over with her hands on her gut.


Seconds after Viola fell, crossbow bolts began to fly steadily out of the bushes from all over. However, none got anywhere near Al, Viola, or the raccoon....

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al's eyes widened with shock and he instantly got down, slowly making his way towards Viola. As he did, he kept an arm in front of his face just in case a bolt would hit him.

[Rayleonarde]

The old wolf with the hordesmen suddenly pitched forward, a crossbow bolt lodged between his shoulder blades. His comrades watched in dismay, as another hordesman fell.
"Gods! Let's get outta here," one hordesman shouted, even as a bolt sank into his shoulder. The hordesmen ran, much faster than one would have expected, leaving a path of destroyed bushes in there wake.

[Cifero Windtail]

Viola had seemingly gone limp, her white stomach fur seeming to be stained red with her blood. The bolt remained lodged in her belly button, which - surprisingly enough - looked rather intact considering someone had just shot a bolt into it.


Once the hordesmen were gone, a rustling was heard in the bushes. "....Are you alright?" a voice whispered to Al.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al moved over to Viola and examined the wound. "Shit..." Hearing the voice from the bushes, Al pulled a knife from his belt. "What's it matter to you?"

[Cifero Windtail]

Al moved over to Viola and examined the wound. "Shit..." Hearing the voice from the bushes, Al pulled a knife from his belt. "What's it matter to you?"

A long blade suddenly appeared out of the bushes and tried to carefully push the knife to the side. "Well, I did just save your lives," the voice said. "Those other folks weren't exactly... sane."


Viola stayed unconscious, breathing easily and... without pain? The bolt seemed to remain lodged in the hybrid's gut.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

"If you knew anything about sanity, you'd know I'm not exactly there either." Al said knocking the blade away. "You going to show yourself?" He said, keeping a hand on Viola and both eyes on where the voice was coming from.

[Cifero Windtail]

After ensuring that no one was around to see them, the figure rose out of the bushes. It was a female wolf, clad in black-tinted leather armor which had seemingly no protection in the midriff area, though it was apparent that the exposed area was well-trained. Her hair was an odd shade, and her eyes were like a pair of amethysts. The blade turned out to be a servicable but odd-looking longsword. The wolf crossed her arms and grinned, wiggling her fingers. "Sorry about the sneaking... Didn't want you two getting injured," she says.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al kept his guard up. "You should've just let her kill the raccoon. I just hope the bolt didn't sink in too deep..." The wolf furrowed his brow, obviously distrusting of the stranger. As usual.