Was this really happening? Fuck am I thinking, of course it is, Zell thought.
While Lillianna spoke to the ghost, the Englishman leaned his weight onto his back foot and casually folded his arms in wait. His non-reaction to the extraordinary situation playing out in front of him was signal enough that he'd had enough of being surprised by this world. Witch Queens, walking skeletons, smoking-hot circus archers, tree-bridges... why not add spirit mediums, huh?
He looked about at the environment absentmindedly before Joji drew his attention. āIām sure glad to have crossed that gorge, but did anyone hear that roar?ā
"Yeah," Zell replied, looking at his fellow swordsman. "Sounds likely the clearing full of corpses that MacKensie found belonged to the owner of that roar. Whatever it is, it's big. And probably isn't the most civilized host." When Lillianna was done and made them aware of the impending danger, Zell simply nodded a few times. "Wonderful."
Zell got into formation with everyone else except Adam who he watched go forward and start breaking the bridge. Clive decided that this was the best time to make sure his boots were tightened up. The direwolves were on them pretty quick and Zell drew his sword, twirling it in a single circle before dropping into a one-handed stance. The Druid bravely stuck around, exposed, to finish destroying the bridge, which resulted in taking out two wolves.
"Nice, Adam, now get your ass back here!" he said loudly as the direwolves began swarming. Realising Adam was in danger and without a weapon, Zell rushed forward to help, but... "Watch out!" ...had to leap to one side to avoid the blast that came from the Alpha Male, his hair fluttering with the wind that blasted past him towards the group. Then a shadow materliazed around his feet and he was forced to dive back to the front line to avoid the aerial attack from a Lesser Wolf. "Shit."
With a commando roll back to his feet, he turned about to meet the onrush of direwolves, hoping that Adam was okay. One of the wolves leapt at him, blocking his view of the Druid ahead, and Zell was forced to put all of his attention on the ridiculously strong predator trying to bite his face off. He'd managed to use his sword like a dog chew-toy, the wolf clamping it's jaws down on the horizontally held blade while Zell held hilt and the dull side of the tip to push against the awesome canine power. His feet slid back, bringing up dirt around his boots as he was pushed backward with the force.
"Urrgh." Zell struggled to not buckle under the pressure, his triceps bulging with work. The Lesser wolf's front paws were thrashing about, fortunately unable to reach him. "James, that blinding spell would be pretty good right now!"
If the Cleric obliged, then Zell would seize the opportunity and make quick work of the direwolf.