Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**On the roadside**


As Butigan ran and the wolfmen emerged from the grovr chasing and crying, all blood drained from the face of poor Kolec. He hastily pulled his bow and shot one down. He... Did not actually expect the hit to knock em down so well. Fuck he actually got that one. Releasing a baited breath Kolec at last put himself into action and flung another arrow at the wolfmen as Butigan ran with all the speed he could muster towards the cattle. The question of where Mislav is or, what happened to him hung in the air for the moment.

Back at the clearing however Mislav saw how the wolfmen faltered so at the gutting of the one. Perhaps a distinguished member, or their leader? They renewed their efforts after a brief moment, and he expected no less. But now that he clearly put a dent in their efforts he can at last show them just with who they are playing.
Now Mislav took the initiative, looking to herd them towards the grove and hopefully force them to regroup with the group that split off so he can finish them all at once.
No sooner had their attack renewed did he sidestep and let the shield absorb a few more ill aimed cuts. He rammed the shield forward into the head of the nearest wolfman with his sabre guarding the approach onto his flank.
Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the roadside

The cattle sensed their oncoming attackers and began to spook, letting out low bellows, their eyes bulging in their head and rolling a bit in their terror. They stamped their feet, bunching tighter together, clearly about ready to stampede. Amary looked at the herd, then at Butigan and Kolec, before ultimately running to join the two men, standing at the top of the hill with her club in hand. She couldn't do anything from a distance, but she would be there to meet the wolfmen when and if they made it up the hill. Keeping the herd under control on her own was a lost cause. At least this was something she could do. The wolfmen seemed to be gaining on Butigan, slowly but surely, despite Kolec's cover. 

The wolfmen surrounding Mislav were insatiable and vicious, their jaws snapping and low growls emanating from them. They were a bit more cautious in their attack now though, after seeing what Mislav could do, and as such, their movements were a bit more calculating. Still vicious and wild, but somewhat more logical. Unfortunately for them, that also made them somewhat more predictable. Mislav's shield crashed into the chin of the nearest wolfman with a sickening crack, busting open the flesh and leaving blood gushing from the wound as the wolfmen sank to the earth, knocked unconscious. Another used the fact that the shield was up to lunge forward, going for Mislav's legs.
Dorothy
**Mislav Keremph**

**On the roadside**

Butigan reached Kolec and Magdalene as the wolfmen gained on him. Kolec let loose one last shot at relatively close range before pulling his saber out.
"By fucking Hog! Butigan! What happened!"
Butigan frantically responds "Less talking more fighting!" He drops both bows he was carrying and pulled his saber out as well, standing in an uneasy defense as the wolfmen charged forward.

Mislav meanwhile made the wolfman going for a low attack sorry as his leg came to meet him square in the chest. The other wolfmen made their attack but Mislav recovered quick and cut down another one before he could so much as snarl at him. He flicked his wrist and sent a cut in the direction of yet another wolfman.
Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the roadside

The wolfmen reached the top of the hill mere moments after Butigan, launching themselves at the three foes with a vengeance. Amaryllis, Kolec, and Butigan bunched together, literally guarding each other's backs against the enemy as the wolfmen tried to circle around them and split them off from the group. There was protection in a herd, however, and the group stuck close by each other, jabbing at the wolfmen and fighting with all their might. 

Amaryllis' legs shook with adrenaline, her knuckles white as she swung back her club over her shoulder before plowing it into the face of an advancing wolfman, sending a line drive straight into his face and knocking his teeth into the back of his throat. Blood spewed from his mangled face, but he kept coming at her, grasping for her and clawing at her. With his teeth missing, he was somewhat less dangerous, but still a threat as she continued to club at him and kick and fight like a little banshee. 

Meanwhile, Mislav felled yet another wolfman, his blade slicing across the soft, tender flesh of his throat. The wolfman let out a sputtering, gurgling cry as blood filled his lungs. He clawed at the air like a drowning man, sinking to his knees in a pool of his own blood, fighting to stay alive until Mislav ran him through and put him out of his misery. With that wolfmen felled, Mislav was down to only 3 wolfmen left to face, with a half dozen more attacking Butigan, Amary, and Kolec.