[u][h3]Cosh, Lyn’s hunt[/h3][/u]

[b]Sinys[/b]

The Cosh that was attacking Keri was ceased, then promptly felt the blade of Sinys’ dagger wedge into his ribs. The flesh gave away to the weapon easily as something wet, and sticky matted the fur. The creature let out a whiffled grunt before he edged backwards but instead fell to his side, his breath labored and wheezing. He wasn’t dead, but he was down for the moment. Sinys would hear the loud thump rattle in his senses and easily note the condition with the beast.  

When the blade sank in, but didn’t come out as easily or clean. Sinys would note his hands become wet and slightly sticky, the substance giving off a watery, copperish ting in its scent. Blood. Even those with a less powerful scent ability would notice and identify it on smell. Through being this close, the blood overwhelmed the other scents mixing in the air because of its proximity (not because there was anything special about it). It coated his blade and his hand side well, allowing him to feel its dying warmth on his skin. 

[color=springgreen]"A-am I here at a- a good ti-me?"[/color] Sinyus asked Keri, who in turn jumped in surprise. 

[color=silver]” How did you get over here so fast?”[/color] The girl asked, then added before she darted off toward Althalus. [color=silver]” Actually that was perfect timing. I assume you can handle that mutt.”[/color] 

She easily felt the other cosh she had ignored claw into her back, spraying dust into the air instead of blood. The Cosh thumping the ground just while she shot forward toward Althalus, putting a bit of distance between her and him. 

By this time, the broken jawed beast was up again. Through the creature was struggling to continue the fight as he rushed forward to attack Sinys, hoping to knock the blinded Elf into the ground. Determined not to go down until his alpha ordered it or he was killed. Sinys’ hands reacted, the bow crashing down  near the neck while the arrow head followed with it. It caught the Cosh’s neck side, slipping more crimson blood that flooded everything and likely stirred his instincts that death was visiting the fight. The Cosh collapsed when his throat was ripped out, ending his life. 

The mutt gave one last shudder then the heat all escaped its body.

[b]Keri[/b]

[color=silver]”I don't know about that Athlalus. I would rather we drain him just in case. Besides the moron made his last mistake in this lifetime. I take it personally when my family is being attacked.”[/color] Keri, the Cosh noted her eyes shifting color, then rushed forward to snatch the rag that Althalus held and dart toward the masked man. She then darted lower and tossed the rag upward, floating it just in front of MacKendrick.

She screamed while she slashed at the man’s foot,[color=silver]” Athalus aim for the cloth!”[/color]
 
When she ended up getting out of the man’s reach, the Alpha abruptly materialize from his camouflage then sank his teeth into her foot. He snagged on the boot before his head jerked about, his feet propelling her laying body around where she was tossed against the nearest tree. The impact wasn’t enough to shatter, fracture or break bone but it would several bruises that would hinder her ability to move effectively.Every movement would hurt like hell. 
  

[b]Helen[/b]

The Cosh intent on hurting the red headed woman drew closer, her glittered with violence and promise of blood. Her teeth flickered in the reddish light of the Twilight the moment she flickered out of sight. Her hairs rose on end and paws treaded lightly, her long limbs easily cut down the distance. She was fully confident her camouflage would hold, making her prey, like many others, unaware of her presence. The woman crouched lower then she tossed her bag to the side. The leather satchel flinged to the side and smacked into a tree base, settling there for a moment.

“Got you,” Helena stated in a quiet, barking chuckle. 

The Cosh ignored it. 

Her mind was set on doing what the alpha wanted and lunged into the blade. Pain flared across the animal’s jaw  when the blade embedded into the creature's neck side as her fangs twisted to clamp down on Helena’s forearm. The woman was right in her judgement of where the beast was, but not in how close she was, allowing the blade to miss vital organs and nail into the thick muscle in the neck.  It was enough to hold the creature in place through the teeth would likely start to clamp down and crush the woman’s bones unless she was able to stop it. Much like a dog that had a hold of the prey’s leg, she would tear deep into muscle and start to jerk back the shove forward to get her hand like paws to pin the woman down.