Tera cringed at the thought of sitting on the man’s lap and quickly gripped the hilt of her sword, starting to pull it out. A flash of light engulfed her vision. Bringing her hand up to her eyes she tried to shield herself, not understand where the light was coming from. The flash quickly settled as soon as it came and her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness again, she looked around trying to find the source of the magic. Tera looked behind her and saw the witch from the inn, the fool. She looked him up and down as he quickly ran, stabbing one of the drunks in the back. He fell to the gown with a thunderous thud before directing a critical hit to the witches face.<br/><br/>Tera rolled her eyes with such force she felt like her head might explode from the pressure. The witch stumbled to the grown and looked on the verge of passing out. The hell, she thought to herself as she drew her sword with one fluid motion. The witch had come into this fight completely unprepared. “Leave the man alone,” Tera called, a growl growing in the bottom of her throat. The men turned to look her straight in the eye, fear dripping out of every pour in their body.<br/><br/>“What?! What is she?” one of the men foolishly shuddered as he backed up, drawing a knife from his back pocket.<br/><br/>“I am your worst nightmare,” Tera growled, her body buzzing with the strength from the wolf inside of her. Tera jumped, closing the distance between them with one great leap. Tera sliced her sword down, cutting into the foolish man’s chest. The last man standing screamed, and ran leaving his fallen comrades behind.<br/><br/>Tera sighed, annoyed at the fact that she just had to kill someone to protect a lame witch that could not even defend himself. “Are you ok?” she grumbled, feeling her head start to pulse as the adrenalin left her system.