'Kicking ass' was something that Leara was trained in, but combat with a being such as this would prove to be difficult. Instead of initiating any form of attack upon the shadowy figure, Leara followed the philosophy of intimidation, and stood just as tall as she had before the figure had called her out on her ridiculous clothing and apparent lack of weapons. Had she been back home or allowed to wear the gear that she normally sported on this venture, the task at hand would not be nearly as difficult or one sided as it was in that moment.<br/><br/>At David's words of encouragement, a nervous laugh escaped her and Leara looked at him with just a shake of her head.<b>"You're fearful, David."</b>She commented before turning her attention back on the shadowy figure in front of her.<b>"You should not be."</b>Taking a step toward the figure before her, Leara thought to her arsenal of attack magics. She wasn't gifted when it came to spell casting, and everything inside of her told her that even the most basic spell set could go terribly wrong if she did it incorrectly. But Leara needed something to fend off this creature, even if it meant getting David to the portal alone. Sacrificing her own life was not off the table.<b>"You'll need to go to the portal. It's in front of a building with two large petrified felines."</b>She was talking about the statues in front of the library in the town nearby.<b> "I will handle this and give you enough time to disappear. Do as I ask. Now."<br/>
</b><br/>Her eyes never left the figure in front of her as she spoke, but the hard encouragement of her words had been there for David to respond to.<b>"As for you, my adversary, how do you know that I've not a single weapon to defeat you with?"</b>A cocky tilt of her head and the grip of her hands on her hips was enough to prove that she felt confident in her abilities to handle this situation without a traditional weapon, even if she didn't have anything to work with. Leara used her peripheral vision to take in her resources, noting a tree with decently sized branches that could be used as a weapon if she needed to secure one.<br/><br/>The blonde made her first move by dashing toward the tree and using her hands to rip the tree branch from the truck. She'd gotten it half way down when a thick chill washed over her and froze her movements. Goosebumps pebbled her arms and she felt the cold, dreadful shiver of response to this magic run from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.  Her breathing became shallow, harsh, and labored. Puffs of smoke replaced the colorless air that she exhaled, and the only thing that Leara could think was that it was cold. Really, really cold.<br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="82" data-username="@Manaan" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/82/">@Manaan</a>(Hope it works! Sorry it's a little short)