"Ugh, fine.<span style="font-size: 10px">bitch...</span>". With that muttered imprecation, she quickly leaned down to slash the wolf's throat. (1d10=8) she drops to one knee swifly, sword held in a reverse grip, (1d30=24) and plunges it straight into the struggling wolf's neck, as it panics and thrashes on the ground. Straightening back up, she raised her shield back up to a guard position, looking out for anything else to come. "There, better? Now at least try to keep your eyes open for whatever else is out there, you two."<br/><br/>With shield extended and guard raised, she cast her gaze about, intent on finding any shaking bushes, rustling leaves, or other signs of the ever-present monsters.