"Master Wolf..." Just for once, Evangeline wondered if her love of formal titles was a drawback in fast paced situations.
She grimaces as the haft of Gharen's weapon smacks into Norrick, but cannot spare a moment as of yet to check on the Drake's health.
Gritting her teeth she lunges towards the Miqo'te, or would have, at least, if not for the tiny arms gripping her leg. Instead she sets her shoulders and faces forward.
She aims a few swipes at the woman, using her longer blade to keep the knife wielder at range, "I'll handle this one." She nods to Gharen, as she attempts to study the shoulders of her assailant, and waits for the woman to make a move.
She grimaces as the haft of Gharen's weapon smacks into Norrick, but cannot spare a moment as of yet to check on the Drake's health.
Gritting her teeth she lunges towards the Miqo'te, or would have, at least, if not for the tiny arms gripping her leg. Instead she sets her shoulders and faces forward.
She aims a few swipes at the woman, using her longer blade to keep the knife wielder at range, "I'll handle this one." She nods to Gharen, as she attempts to study the shoulders of her assailant, and waits for the woman to make a move.
