The growl coming from the man shocks her as she lowers herself onto the drake; attempting to drag it away by its much larger head. She, surprisingly strong for her size manages to pull it a few yalms away, but fending off the mans lance with her dagger is proving difficult. She hisses at him again as a few of his thrusts pass through her dwindling guard, slicing her arm and cheek. Her eyes glow brightly, almost familiarly if Eva would look in her direction, as she protects her capture as if her life depended on it; she wasn't going to give up unless they immobilized or killed her.
"GET AWAY!" She hisses at to the man who assails her. "This beast is not yours! This belongs to my bro-AGGH!!"Â
Her eyes begin to water as the smoke fills the air. She shuts them tightly, holds her breath, and wraps herself around the drake's neck, tail included.Â
The other huntresses simply nod to each other as the smoke begins to rise. They pull masks over their noses and mouths, and, the few who have them, done on goggles; stench may be disorienting but these people were used to fighting in sandstorms...this was their element. Three dart quickly into the smoke using it for cover while the other five accompany the male as he walks away from the fray and immediate view.Â
The crowd erupts into chaos around them at the sight of the smoke bombs; coughing and gagging as the fumes fill the air.Â
Nimble and light do the G tribe move in the smoke, until the opportunity presents itself.
"GET AWAY!" She hisses at to the man who assails her. "This beast is not yours! This belongs to my bro-AGGH!!"Â
Her eyes begin to water as the smoke fills the air. She shuts them tightly, holds her breath, and wraps herself around the drake's neck, tail included.Â
The other huntresses simply nod to each other as the smoke begins to rise. They pull masks over their noses and mouths, and, the few who have them, done on goggles; stench may be disorienting but these people were used to fighting in sandstorms...this was their element. Three dart quickly into the smoke using it for cover while the other five accompany the male as he walks away from the fray and immediate view.Â
The crowd erupts into chaos around them at the sight of the smoke bombs; coughing and gagging as the fumes fill the air.Â
Nimble and light do the G tribe move in the smoke, until the opportunity presents itself.
