[ Sprawled on the ground now, Vanessa is shoving a limp figure twice her size away just as her ally approaches. She's dazed, though not from any physical injuries. There is a cut on her arm, but she doesn't pay it any mind, simply staring up at the night sky with pale eyes until she hears the man think to congratulate her.
With a grunt, Vanessa sits up, her tangled hair having been pulled loose in the tussle so that she needs to push it back before it can fall over her eyes. ]
It didn't work at all.
[ It's her own fault. She had attempted this task while still weak; she had overestimated herself. At her best, she likely wouldn't have been snuck up on by the camp leader in the first place. She could have been in and out to count their numbers, then managed a spell to scare them all away. But no, no, she had been foolish.
At least three are dead because of her, and she can still taste the blood of the first. It had triggered a bloodlust she had never known before. The realization nearly makes her gag, and Vanessa staggers up to hurry to the fire, snatching up the nearest cup to rinse her mouth and spit out any traces.
Hunched over, she wipes at her mouth with a sleeve, then glances back to the man seeming proud of their work. At least he had been capable enough to manage the mess she had created. If anything, she ought to be apologizing to him. ]
sorry this is so late!
With a grunt, Vanessa sits up, her tangled hair having been pulled loose in the tussle so that she needs to push it back before it can fall over her eyes. ]
It didn't work at all.
[ It's her own fault. She had attempted this task while still weak; she had overestimated herself. At her best, she likely wouldn't have been snuck up on by the camp leader in the first place. She could have been in and out to count their numbers, then managed a spell to scare them all away. But no, no, she had been foolish.
At least three are dead because of her, and she can still taste the blood of the first. It had triggered a bloodlust she had never known before. The realization nearly makes her gag, and Vanessa staggers up to hurry to the fire, snatching up the nearest cup to rinse her mouth and spit out any traces.
Hunched over, she wipes at her mouth with a sleeve, then glances back to the man seeming proud of their work. At least he had been capable enough to manage the mess she had created. If anything, she ought to be apologizing to him. ]
...Were you hurt?