(Damn you and your constant one-shotting everything. =P)<br/><br/>Cerul steps past her half-sister, towards the beast, drawing her longsword. Casually, indifferently, she advances on the fearsome thing, frozen in its movements, grabs its chin, and bring her blade down, heavily, on its neck, severing it in one blow. Gruesomely, it remains in the perfectly frozen stance, the body unable to move, despite being quite dead. She tosses the head aside, wiping her blade on its fur.<br/><br/>Daminor looks away throughout this, Maura watching stoically. She hates to see the death of an innocent natural creature, even one as cruel as the manticore, but knows that its for the best.<br/><br/>"Alright... across the courtyard, to the stables. Target the goblins, first, then the worgs. If we're lucky, we can take them down before they even know we're here." The others nod, and, with Cerul leading, she pushes open the door to the courtyard, watching for any signs of movement. (There are none.)