<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/d8/a4/ebd8a42bc4db97868155efa9388ad1ef.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Myrina Valda<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Swamp<br/><strong>Quest:</strong>Village of the Snake-azons<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bastion<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Of course not…" The barbarian said more to herself than as a responce to Bastion's assurance that the sound wasn't his doing. After all, she had just boasted about slaying a dire wolf, so why wouldn't a whole pack show up to attack them right then? They probably heard her, understood her words, and said to each other in wolf tongue<em>"...oh we're gonna get this bitch…"</em>, or whatever the wolf equivalent would be.<br/><br/>As soon as her cock popped out of Bastion's mouth with a normally satisfying cork noise, still hard and shimmering with the witch boy's saliva, Myrina stuffed herself back in her thong and tied her pelt armor back in place. It was bog-bear, lined with earth dragon scales, so it was very strong and could keep her warm and dry in most scenarios, but it would do little to keep her from getting ripped apart in the jaws of the beasts she imagined currently stalking them. Then she drew her sword from behind her hips as Bastion moved behind her.<br/><br/>Trained eyes scanned the trees looking for any signs of movement or life at all. Actually it was the absence of any small animals, birds and such, that had her most worried. When had that happened? How long had they been letting these beasts sneak up on them...was that something moving?<br/><br/>Myrina picked up on them about the same time Bastion did. They were surrounded.<br/>Myrina narrowed her eyes and clutched the hilt of her blade. "Worry about your apples later… and tell me you have some kind of blinding flash spell in your spellbook…" Then she saw it, the opening she was looking for. Likely their one chance to come out of this alive. She used her free hand to grab Bastion's arm and nubged him toward the only seconds wide opening between the wolves stalking that would allow them to get lost in the trees of the swamp.<br/><br/>"...if so you may want to use it...NOW!" and with her fist still wrapped around Bastion's robes she took off for the foliage, not so much as looking back to see if the witch cast his spell. Her attention was on ane sapling in her way that, with one powerful swing of her blade, was cut out of their path allowing them easy access into the dense swamp.<br/>