Elizabeth
*Ramlei begins to hear a noise in the distance. Sounds like a hideous gutteral snarl. She squint to see far away, there is a lone figure. There is also something there as well. Something that is beastly and Bloodthirsty. She isn't gonna let someone get killed by a lowly creature. She rushes forwards, yelling out a distraction.*
"Hey! Over here! Don't forget your dessert!"
Robert
The dark beast slowly curled himself as he dropped on his knees, clutching his head. Long, sharp claws extended from his fingertips, almost threatening to tear his fur out the more that throbbing in his skull echoed in his mind. He could hear the elven figure slowly step away before breaking into a sprint off the clearing, and every instinct in the beastkin's mind was urging him to chase after his prey. He could smell the blood, sweat and fear from the elf, like a trail of an intoxicating drug invading his nostrils and trying to overwhelm his senses.

His hands dropped on the mossy soil, bristled ebony fur standing on end. Slowly opening his eyes, all he could see before him was that trail of red, with verdant fauna surrounding him only as indistinguishable shades of grey. He was about to break into a sprint, chase after his prey and fully give in to the beast, before another loud voice momentarily snapped him out of that bloodthirsty trance. 

His glare turned to the huntress that was calling out to him, taunting him in a defiant tone. Bearing his fangs, unable to resist any longer, he rushes into a sprint on all fours towards her, his movements swift and erratic. With only the source of that defiant voice and a distinct human scent as a guide, he chased after the newfound threat between wide tree trunks and rocky formations that spanned across the forest clearing
Meg
*A few seconds of profound silence, that felt like hours, permeated through the dark forest floor. Sylvar's elven ears twitched to attempt to pick up some sort of sound that would alert him of an oncoming onslaught of fur, claws and teeth, but in its place was a surreal quietude. Melicus seemed to understand the urgency of the situation, as the furrow opened his wings with a controlled gracefulness and fluttered beside Sylvar's tense form, his attention on the thick tree growth ahead of him. Sylvar shot an appreciative glance at him before releasing a breath that he hadn't realised he'd been holding. Okay, so he hadn't been followed. A good sign, indeed.*

*After taking, final glance at the intertwining trees, he turned back to his horse, halfheartedly preparing to leave, to turn back and start again, the long journey that had brought him here in the first place. Then suddenly, the thick silence was broken, gradually, as a female voice formed words that echoed off trees and rocks, followed by an intense growl and the rustle of flowers and grassland. It was quiet and intense first, but then rose to a crescendo. A rustle ran through the woods, through the air, through the very being of the forest. Daylight flickered, the tingle of weighted air before a storm, like lightning between the clouds.*

*Someone—Something was in trouble. And from what he'd experienced a few moments before, it seemed like it was probably connected to that towering beast.* ***" Shit "***, *He hissed, turning back to the trees, before breaking into a run. Sylvar sprinted through the trees, feeling his heartbeat in his throat as he tore through the underbrush, ignoring the branches scraping him from every angle. With each tight breath, he began to rifle through all the spells he knew. Reaching the familiar clearing from before, Sylvar jolted to a stop, staring out at the field of wildflowers searchingly. It took his eyes only seconds to locate the wild beast approaching a wild-looking girl.*

*The beast moved fast, but Sylvar moved faster, pressing his palms together firmly and began to sing, his voice a rapid and quiet lilt.* ***" Kanas, tel' arsurinya ath o'suer faer, foqal thas willis fare daquin ar . . "*** *Thankfully, the intimate feeling of magic crept back to his body as it restored part of itself, then channelled into his arms, lighting up in a murky purple hue.* ***" Aegis ent encapsu tel' brave, tel' ales ath rell, fae hel save. "*** *There was a hum, a buzz in the air as arcane energy collected, and then flung out towards the girl, forming an arcane barrier that would—hopefully—be enough to ward the beast's onslaught. __Hopefully__, the girl knew what to do next, otherwise there would soon be a lot of blood on their hands.*

``` 5 mana restored. Heaven's Protection used, costing 10 mana. Remaining mana: 80/100 ```
Scott
*(  "After taking, final glance" )*