Alaira Taenn, Hunt
Alaira waited, idly tapping her blade against her shoulder as she awaited the madman to reveal just what the fuck he was talking about... Perhaps some shapeshifter? One with a sort of split personality, maybe.? Regardless, she wasn't that good at psyche evaluations, much better at pummeling madman than analyzing them. She chuckled lightly to herself when the man resolved into an elven shape... An elven brawler? Almost as unusual as her...
And then, he spoke. Her smile completely disappeared. Her expression was... worryingly cold. No obvious fury, no smarmy smile, no snarl. She lifted her blade from her shoulder, pointing it to him one-handed.
"You... Are going to regret that." She said, bringing her blade closer and inspecting it. She looked it over, before giving it one twirl and planting the weapon into the ground. She took her bow and then her quiver, holding them out to either side of her and letting them fall to the ground. She stepped forward, pounding a fist into her palm, grinding the knuckles against it as power arced across her arms.
"Come on." She said, dropping low into a fighting stance.
Grey Onyx, Catacombs
Grey gasped slightly in shock as his weapon burst into flame, seeming to express excitement at being used... Perhaps only because she was a worthy opponent? When he had hit the ridge hounds it had been quiet... The creature seemed to metamorphose some more, growing a dragon's head and using some sort of breath weapon... He kept his head behind the shield, flames bouncing from it and narrowly missing his head. He didn't have a lot of time here. Then, he received telepathic messages. He... didn't know what to say. Add another mindless monster for him to fight? no thank you.
-While I appreciate the thought, it'd probably just consume it at best and at worst I'd have more to fight...- He sent back, an irritable tone clear in his 'voice' from his... Well, impending doom.
Still, since thanks to his plan Ssarak would not be able to deal with the unfortunate Naga, Grey would at least try to neutralize it if he wouldn't utilize it. What to do... He needed just a little breathing room. Speaking of breathing, he could hear it behind him, and he knew it was the maliced one: It breathed differently, in a more 'bestial' manner.
-I think I have this... Whatever happens, slice through this arm.- He thought, to the Axe and not Ssarak. He grit his teeth, shifting his stance as he chopped at the arm again... Slicing through was easy, but he knew it would grow a new one anyhow. His runes burned once more as he prepared his second blow. He smashed his shield into her at full power, knocking her back a fair distance. He turned some, keeping his shield towards the more pressing threat as he whipped back, neatly cleaving the maliced Naga's head from its shoulders. Hopefully, he could bring his shield back to bear before the abomination had gotten too close.