Hunting the Shifters [1x1 - romamaro and moniiqwolf]

[romamaro]

Matilda snorted. She followed Quinn's gaze to the group, and quickly spotted the girl. She pointed at the woman. "That's her," she whispered, as if she could be heard from the distance they were at. She eyed the fabric wearily, but trusted the other shifter enough to let him give some sort of first aid. She stood as Quinn did and came up to just about his halfway through his thigh as she looked at the crowd. "It'd be stupid to fight like this," she groaned, poking the area near her eye. She looked back towards where the first battle had been, and at the casualties. "I want to go see if anyone's still alive over there." She said, pointing towards it. "If we get to anyone now, they might survive," she claimed. She looked up at Quinn. "You gonna go kill some more?" She asked, not really caring too much about the bet anymore.

Isabella glanced at the archer near her. Still keeping a steady pace, she thought for a few moments. "Split off into two, maybe three," she said, "one group goes around one side, the next goes around the other, the one comes in from the back. If you've got something that can set fires, use it. They'll panic with fire." She decided. She rushed forwards to the start of the crowd. "If you're badly wounded, keep heading forward! Go around the sides if you're still good to fight!" She shouted, and then turned left. She should have been going with the distraction force, which was the wounded people, but her reasoning that she was who she was; she'd fought in worse conditions before.

 

[moniiqwolf]

"Mm, smart thinking." Quinn replied to her comment at checking for any wounded, but alive, shifters. "Kill any humans still unfortunate enough to be alive. I'm gonna go finish off that little archer. Coupla' others too, if I can." He gave her a feral, bloody grin, mussing the short hair on the top of her head affectionately, careful to not hit the monekys eye.
"And I'm pretty sure you won the bet, so far anyway. I didn't, uh. Actually kill anyone." His pale skin flushed in embarrassment, and the shifter gave her one last look before stalking off, staying low to the ground. The archer was locked in his sights, but the tall female warrior he had been fighting was marching to the side. He ground his sharp teeth, torn between the two, but finally decided to go with the swordswoman. She was going with the other strong fighters, so he would try to distract and kill them, and then go after the archer later, when he could take his time killing her.

"Okay, will do." Lilith tipped her head in compliance, beforing turning to the rest of the archers and barking out orders of her own. She trotted to the side with a few other archers, limping slightly but still well enough to keep fighting. The village was coming into view, and she stared daggers at the devilish creatures that stood ahead, an arrow poised and ready to fly

 

[romamaro]

Matilda nodded, dusting a hand over the top of her head to flatten the hair. "Don't have to tell me twice," she grumbled, eager to finish off any humans that might be able to recover. She grinned back at him, though it stretched the binding and she had to stop after a few seconds. "Get the archer and you win," she said, poking the shifter in the leg as he left. As soon as he left, she headed off the old battlefield, getting down on all fours to move faster.
She arrived at the battle, and at first glance, all hope seemed lost. Bodies lay still and bloodied, all varieties of wounds on their bodies. Yet, as she stood still and waited, she noticed tiny movements of chests on anywhere from five to ten humans and shifters. She rushed to the closest person, and stood over them for a few moments. The person was a stocky male, dressed in plain cloth clothes with no visible weapons. He had long, pointed fingernails, and had a great cut across his face and another slashing open his shirt and chest. She assessed the situation; he wasn't wearing armour, and he wasn't equipped like a human should be, not to mention the claw-like fingernails. She gently placed a hand on his arm. "Shift small," she whispered. The shifter male looked at her wearily for a few moments, confused and dying and seconds from unconsciousness. With a last strip of strength, he became a mouse, though didn't stand for long. Matilda whimpered in pity and then scooped him up, placing him on her shoulder as she went around, inspecting the other bodies.

Isabella was one of the first people to reach where she wanted to be. It was a small alleyway in between two wooden houses, both of which had backdoors that both looked breakable. She looked at the people that had followed her. "Does anyone have any way to make fire?" She asked, looking around the group. Nobody stood up to offer, and Isabella sighed. "Fine. Find something in these houses then," she said, and not even flinching for a moment, she used the handle of her sword to cave a hole through the door. After a few more solid hits, the door fell off its hinges. At the same time, the other door was caved in by another group of humans. They raided the two houses, looking for anything that could start a good fire. Thankfully, the two houses were empty.