[To all the Militesi haters out there: this is why magic is awesome. Moments like these, when he gets to unravel the threads holding together a spell and send a monster hurtling to earth like a particularly vocal meteorite.
Not exactly your standard battle move, but they seem to have thrown the handbook and the standard it's measured by out the window a while ago.
Had the girl been trying to outpace a normal human without the extra pounds of corded muscle and serrated claws, she would've had the clear advantage; she scampers quick as a squirrel, never missing a handhold, and he loses sight of her as he zig-zags through the heavy brush in the direction of her tree.
Katniss won't have to search long; the cape at his neck's a red beacon against the green backdrop. Upon seeing her earthbound, he nods at her, greeting and acknowledgement both.]
Yup!
[Short and simple and about three degrees too perky for the situation, but she'll get no argument out of him. These things are tough enough when it's one-on-one, forget a pack. He'd seen a handful fall on a man taking his three mid-sized dogs for a walk--that's a level of evisceration he does not care to experience firsthand.
Arrowing in a direction away from the body, he joins her in booking a hasty retreat, resisting the instinct to cut branches clear rather than duck around them. Stealth isn't his strong suit, but these things seem smart--smart enough to maybe even track by way of telltale signs of someone hacking at the foliage.]
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Not exactly your standard battle move, but they seem to have thrown the handbook and the standard it's measured by out the window a while ago.
Had the girl been trying to outpace a normal human without the extra pounds of corded muscle and serrated claws, she would've had the clear advantage; she scampers quick as a squirrel, never missing a handhold, and he loses sight of her as he zig-zags through the heavy brush in the direction of her tree.
Katniss won't have to search long; the cape at his neck's a red beacon against the green backdrop. Upon seeing her earthbound, he nods at her, greeting and acknowledgement both.]
Yup!
[Short and simple and about three degrees too perky for the situation, but she'll get no argument out of him. These things are tough enough when it's one-on-one, forget a pack. He'd seen a handful fall on a man taking his three mid-sized dogs for a walk--that's a level of evisceration he does not care to experience firsthand.
Arrowing in a direction away from the body, he joins her in booking a hasty retreat, resisting the instinct to cut branches clear rather than duck around them. Stealth isn't his strong suit, but these things seem smart--smart enough to maybe even track by way of telltale signs of someone hacking at the foliage.]
I heard water earlier--the river?
[Harder to track by water.]