Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the roadside

Amaryllis did what she was best at: she ran. Unarmed, she could hardly fight the wolfmen effectively, and somewhere in the melee, she had lost the large club she had been using. Her head ached and blood trickled from a scratch that ran just above her eye, but apart from that, she was unharmed, somehow. 

Her bare feet carried her swiftly out of harm's way as she dashed past the wolfmen, ducking out of the path of one of their jagged swords that swooped just inches over her. With several of them now focusing on her, she quickly realized that she had no choice but to run from the battle, and hopefully they would follow and give Mislav and his men a better chance. 

Like a frightened rabbit, she dashed towards the swampy underbrush, hoping that she could hide there until the wolfmen gave up or Mislav came to rescue her. They could divide and conquer, at least! The wolfmen were right on her heels the whole way, and she winced as she dashed into the sharp swordgrass that cut her feet and legs, the earth squelching beneath her and slowing her down. Thankfully, it slowed the wolfmen as well, and driven by fear, Amary scrambled through the swamp.
Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**On the Roadside**

In the flurry of strikes as blades of both parties flashed with anger Kolec noticed a number of the wretched men were after the woman. With Mislav by his side, the courage within him rose again and he screamed out to his master so he may be heard from the din of battle "Watch, they are taking off after her!"
Mislavs eyes shifted fast to see the wolfmen in pursuit, wasting no time he pummeled the nearest with his shield and, using the saber as a deterrent to his other flank went after the pursuing wolfmen, in his wake he left naught but wounded stragglers for his servants to deal with who, prudently, retreated to a safe distance, allowing Kolec to guard Butigan as the man drew his bow once again to take care of the stragglers in safety.
Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the Roadside

The wolfmen were nipping at her heels as she scrambled through the swampy underbrush, her dress catching on snags and tearing as she barreled through the underbrush. Adrenaline pushed her forward, her heart hammering in her chest and blood rushing through her ears in her desperate flight from the wolfmen. 

Suddenly, in the middle of her path stood an old tree, its gnarled branches snaking in the darkness and covered in moss, making the tree slippery and difficult to climb. However, she knew that she couldn't possibly continue to outrun the wolfmen, especially in the tangled swamp where the wolfmen were more comfortable. Instead, she would have to take full advantage of her light build and wiry frame. Like a coon treed by hound dogs, she scrambled up it, digging her fingers into the bark as she rapidly climbed the tree to the upper branches that could barely support her frame, let alone that of the wolfmen..
Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**On the roadside**
 
Mislav rushed towards the wolfmen, breathing heavily and sweating profusely he saw Magdalene attempting to scamper into the safety of the treetop, Hog knows how much that would help her. Still rushing with adrenaline he catches up to the swift pursuit of wolfmen, and before they know it one of their numbers falls as Mislavs saber tears into his back like an Eagles talon. 
Meanwhile Butigan and Kolec finish off the wounded leftovers with arrow and saber. Butigan takes one look towards his master and turns to Kolec "Take care of the cattle, go."
Kolec obediently nods and rushes to calm the temper of their herd as Butigan heads forward and attempts to provide covering fire with his bow.
Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the roadside

The one wolfman crumpled to the earth, following to the side of the path as the thick, swoggy swamp claimed him and swallowed him whole. The rest of the wolfmen snarled at the death of their comrade, but they were now so enticed by the dazzling prey clambering up the tree that most of their attention remained on Amary. For this reason, only 3 turned to face and fight Mislav, while the remaining 5 scrabbled and clawed at the tree, working to follow after Amary. Terrified, she climbed higher and higher, hoping to get out of their reach, though they were right behind her, their sharpened teeth snarling at her in a ghastly way.
Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**On the roadside**

Mislav slowed his pace and put his shield forth, wasting no time to engage the wolfmen. No sooner did his saber curve and strike that Butigan let loose an arrow at one other wolfman. Mislavs eyes stared into those of his opponents as he fought, his distant, savage, piercing gaze staring from beneath a metal helmet as he with ease laid waste to the murderous vagabonds.