@Norschtalen @Nymeria
Hunting Mission
Lia knew there was merit to trusting Iva. It was how the woman spoke so clearly, imperatively. Few people could make such a lasting impression to the otherwise stoic huntress. She, too, understood how dangerous the bite could be, the threat it could pose to the others-- and even if Lia could escape this mission undetected, just how much restraint could she muster? Seeing how the caged thrall changed at a split second planted a seed of worry in her heart. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to end herself there and then-- some sort of disdain from surrendering.
Lia clutched onto her dagger tightly and took a deep breath, exhaling then responding with a quiet but stern whisper.
"I understand" Not another word came after as she followed the sound that clanged nearby. Despite her hitched breaths, she managed to come to the room without much trouble. The hunter paused and made a mental map of the area. They were definitely underground-- someone wore armor. There seems to be not much clinking-- was there only one armored person here? The clear sound of cut flesh and groaning permeated. Whoever was fighting the vampires had some heft to him.
This was definitely an armored man-- which meant it was safe to use the bow. Lia shakily grabbed her bow and nocked a wooden arrow. It was more likely that the vampires chose to wore garbs. Having a mail around them would easily give away the subtle clinks: definitely not what a creature of the night would go for.
There was only one way to find out this assumption: she now half-draws an arrow and shoots in between Drystan's blows. A man who fought with weapons had some tells: his footsteps, his breathing.. but once the arms moved, even the most attentive ear would be chopped off, along with the head. All of this seemed much clearer somehow.. Slightly.
