☆ Helena ☆
Lyn's Hunt
Helena flushed at the elf’s words, looking at him in the face for only a few seconds before she looked down again. She hadn't noticed, he'd been fighting so well that she had just assumed. And he was an
archer as well. He must have had some extraordinary senses otherwise to be able to ‘see’ like he did. She almost didn't believe him.
But she looked towards the fight anyways, squinting to see if she could catch a glint of her glasses amongst the feet of everyone over there. Knowing her luck though, he was right and they were about to be crushed. When he went, she looked after him like he'd gone crazy. There was no way she was charging in there when she couldn't see. She wasn't like him, she was more dependent on the lenses than she liked to admit. So no, she wasn't going in without a plan. She was almost blind, and hurt in her good arm. Foolhardy she might be, but she wasn't stupid.
So she moved a little slower, following after him while keeping an eye out for what she could see going on. Where there more people? There were. Thank the gods, because she wasn't for sure what use she'd be just now.
And even less of a use with her glasses broken.
The snap of the glass seemed to carry to her ears in some strange silence. Like the rest of everything else either wasn't going on, it wasn't as important. “No…” She whispered, the word coming out with a breath of air. She stopped moving in her disbelief. “
Fuck, Fuck fuck. Fuckity fuck.”
The creatures howling kicked her body back into action. She shifted a few steps closer to the group, unthinking, as she felt the familiar tingle of fire at the tips of her fingers. Her emotions had always been hot, but now that sometimes came with real heat. The shock, the anger at the loss of her glasses, and the adrenaline of the fight was a lot of fuel to both preverbal and literally fire. She had to get things in check or it could be very dangerous to be around her. She hadn't noticed how close she had made it towards the others without tripping up herself, she felt like she was crackling, but she knew that was in her head. Glancing towards the much closer fight, she could see that things were going alright. Or at least not drastically bad. It was hard to identify when things were fuzzy colored shapes. One of the men seemed to have the last beast pinned down, and it had been bleeding before, the arrrow shaft likes shapes she could see had likely done it enough damage that they wouldn't need her help. Perhaps, and hopefully so, the fire that bubbled in her wasn't needed.
I'll see if I can get her over that way. Provided she doesn't try something silly. Like trying to use her magic, and light everything around them on fire... 
Control is not her strong suit.