Well if that hadn't been the stupidest thing she had done... it wasn't but the other times, she had gotten lucky or was in a position to escape.  Giving away her presence like that was utterly stupid, and she smacked herself on the head for even thinking it.  Sares tended to have ego problems...<br/><br/>Though she stared straight ahead at where the unknown creature was stalking her, the elf couldn't see anything and the whipping wind and snow deafened her overly sensitive ears.  Had this fight taken place anywhere else, she would've heard the beast coming from a mile away, her whip at her side a special tool to deal with beasts.  But as it was, not only was she impaired and not aware, but she also was focusing too much on the man who she figured was the bandit.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she snuck her head out to peer at the figure, who wasn't getting any closer.  Perhaps he had failed to see her through the snow?  If that was the case... then she could get a kill on him without all that much difficulty.  So she instead brought out her heavy crossbow, knocking a bolt into it as the weapon was very accurate, and at this distance, utterly deadly.  Though as she started to aim at his head, she saw him dropping to the ground, at least his head anyway.  "W-what..." she muttered, confused by his actions.  He didn't look like he was reacting to her... and... what did he say?  What was that language?  She understood human language but this wasn't it... could humans speak other languages?<br/><br/>Then, a hot breath came over her and she froze up.  Normally, elves would have the reflexes to take any opportunity of being alerted and use it to dodge or strike first.  But the cold was just so damming... in her focus on the man, her gloves had frozen up and their newfound weight slowed down her reaction time.  Though it was still quick and she almost had the crossbow pointing at the hound, it got to her first.  "SLARHA!" she cried out in her native tongue, cursing her luck and the creature that had her pinned, dead to rights.<br/><br/>There was nothing she could do... this was it, the moment that signal came.  Though the man who approached caused her to peer up at him and she frowned.  "I don't care who you are... if you're not Nez, then tell your mutt to get the fughn off me..." she groaned.  He definitely was quite intimidating, particularly in her current situation.