A brief gasp of relief escaped Fallon’s lugs as the wolf was ripped off her. She held the Kukri quivering in her hands for a moment before pushing herself up. Besides the little scratches on her face, she was relatively unscathed but no doubt wrapped in a sense of shock. She looked to Kreig who had knelt himself down beside her, concern and worry covering his features, mixed with a sense of terror and rage. She managed to nod quickly at his words, her breathing becoming steadier as she focused herself. Her grip tightened around the hilt of the Kukri. She was safe for now. Her eyes turned up and behind Kreig, a flash of fear filling her face as a second mighty wolf came racing towards them, fangs bared a kill. The snarl roared out from its throat as it came lunging down. Her eyes widened as it targeted on Kreig, and her mind raced as it tried to react. But it was instinct that broke through in the end. She planted a hand on his shoulder, springing to her feat. Her fingers tightened around the blade as she gave Kreig a firm shove to the side. The ideas of survival was what made Fallon move. If it was not for this nagging instinct, the woman would have been dead a long time ago. The blade when forward, the call to fight ringing through her ears as the steel met bone. The wolf still came forward, the Kukri wedged into its skull as the weight fell against her. It twitched uncontrollably as Fallon lost her hold on the weapon, partially trapped beneath the sheer weight of the mighty beast. She paused for a moment rolled the creature to one side as she gripped the hilt of the Kukri once more and wiggled it out, placing a foot against its skull and the gaping hole in its flesh. “Bit too close,” she managed to gasp as she heaved the rest of the blade out. Although there was the air of courage about her, it was clear that she was petrified, barely clinging to her wits. Her eyes quickly glanced about at the scene, from the blooded wound on Kreig’s leg to the wolves that raged about. To fight would be deadly, and would be best if they were able to escape. But with a fit and healthy hunting party surrounding them, it would be unlikely. “Get up,” her voice was cool and straight to the point, an under growl forming in it, a habit that Fallon had yet to silence. She extended a hand down to Kreig to pull him up, her eyes constantly watching. To survive the three would need to work together. A knight, a squire and a… whatever Fallon was. It did not matter now, questions could wait until later. Because right now was a bigger priority. |