Again Laly was no coward, she would not heed Crest's words. The squirrel woman had convinced the panther-beast to take on what any sane mortal would consider a monumental and fool-hardy task. Taking on that many of any monster, no matter how weak and slow was to risk one's life and one's hygiene. She did have faith in her dark protector but she simply could not ask him to go it alone. Bounding forward with a leaping gait the squirrel followed after Crest as best she could.<br/><br/>Squirrel-kin could cover ground fast and Laly was no different. Her agility and dexterity were among her strongest traits but even her powerful legs were no match for the dizzying speeds her companion had reached. Crest crashed into the horny throng before she had even made half the distance his brutality in combat a truly remarkable sight to behold. The bestial anthromorph probably had no idea she was following him and his unbridled fury was something Laly certainly did not want to be exposed to so she made to keep her distance ensuring she wasn't mistaken for a vile cock-frog.<br/><br/>Reaching into her satchel she retrieved a vial of brilliant orange liquid the other paw finding one of her paired sabers. Flanking the creatures in a crescent Laly lept into the air her powerful thighs sending her nearly three meters above the grassland below. At the crest of her jump she threw the vial clutched in her right paw the glass shattering upon impact. Laly prayed it wasn't one of her fakes regretting; colored water would be highly ineffective! Luck was on her side the burst container flash freezing the very ground give of the vile monsters stood upon. Tendrils of ice crept up their bulbous legs firmly rooting each hideous toad where they stood.<br/><br/>It was child's play to finish them off her sabre swinging in graceful wide arcs each slicing clean through thick toad flesh. Laly's swordplay was impressive and unexpected, not the sort of artistry of blade one would expect from such an innocent looking creature, however there was much to Laly's personality that defied her outward appearance. With three of her five victims dead the remaining pair attempted to charge the squirrel. To their dismay the monsters realized the powerful magic within the weaponized potion didn't simply freeze the air around their feet; the cold had penetrated bone deep the action shattering their limbs in a shower of fleshy red stained ice. The toad-hats topped over croaking cries of pain.