Laura
*Terrel notices a squeak and a black splotch in the wheat, which then runs away as fast as it can.*
Ron
*Catching sight of the black splotch, a grin formed. He turned to chase it down as he readied his sword in hand. If he were to get close enough to the black splotch he would quickly raise his sword and swing it down at the fleeing creature.*
Chelsea
*Circine kept watch on the field, circling around as not to trample the crops, ready to intercept any other stragglers.*
Laura
*Terrel would kill off the furrow, maybe he should consider specializing in extermination, since he happens to be so good at it. Circine would find two Furrow's, each would run opposite ways from each other to avoid Circine. As a note, Terrel has his back turned to them and hasn't noticed the Furrow's yet.*
Ron
*Terrel turned away from the corpse of the Furrow he had killed. Three down, five more to go with the blood of the furrows now dead coating the tip of his sword. The elf would turn to look back towards Circine to see if the centaur had many any progress in their extermination.*