Chelsea
"Terrel, your eight and four - I'll take four!"
*He called out to Terrel, breaking into a gallop towards the Furrow that had left the wheat field - if he trampled all over their crops, he would cause more harm than good. Still resting his sword on his shoulder, he swung his arm like a piston in a downward arc as he drew close to the critter.*
Laura
*Circine would plunge his sword into the soft flesh of the Furrow, but Terrel would lose sight of the other one which appears to have gotten away... Unfortunately I suppose Terrel won't specialize in Furrow hunting. But Terrel would detect another furrow behind him attempting to nibble his shoe.*
Ron
*Terrel would glance down at the Furrow nibbling at his shoe and let out a chuckle before reaching down to grab the creature tightly in his free hand.*
Chelsea
"Oh, don't torture the thing... At least dispatch it quickly..."
*Circine lamented with a sigh, unskewerering the critter and throwing it near Terrel's first kill.*