[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Cave
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color] ?[/center][/b]

Cyne picked up her axe as she ran, quickly surveying the battle to get a general idea of what was going on. However, she wasn't quite sure what she could do at the moment until Keystone shouted for somebody to grab his knife. Well, it might be magical in nature and able to affect the thing (like the cook's hands for whatever reason. No time to question it), and since she was already headed in that direction, might as well keep going.

The druid broke out into a sprint from her previously accelerated pace, lungs and cardiovascular system getting more exercise (in her base form) than they had in many months. The adrenaline flooding her body did a good job of quieting any protests her heart or thoroat had, but it still registered in the back of her head that she had been picking up weight lately and it would do her health well to not rely on shapechanging for all her physical activities in the future. Once at the knife she'd pick it up in her left hand, but probably wouldn't have any more time to do anything else in this round.