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As the lynx turned mage darts out from the cave, Arvin could feel the cat's instincts wanting to turn tail and run. Ever since his harrowing, that Arvin had barely passed, he'd developed a healthy fear of demons. That same feeling of pure terror settled into his stomach, feeling as though he'd taken a Winter's Grasp spell to his abdomen. Arvin wanted nothing more than to curl up in a corner and retch out the bile that he was tasting in the back of his throat. Perhaps it was just part of the nightmare he'd had. Maybe there weren't any demons and he was only imagining it. He had to stop himself from continuing that though, however, as he'd already charged down one of the darkspawn scouts, who'd raised a crossbow at the blur of movement. The bolt fired, but it was too late, and the darkspawn's aim off as the Lynx barreled into him, ripping and tearing with tooth and claw. The creature flailed frantically to try and get the Lynx off, but Arvin's fangs had found its throat and latched down onto it. Giving a quick jerk, Arvin tore the darkspawn's throat out, spitting bits of gore and black, corrupted blood out.

Just like that, the fight was mostly over, but Arvin could see shapes in the distance, there were more. Thanks to the cat's excellent night vision, the Lynx moved back to where his companions had finished off the rest of the scouts. Letting out a low growl, Arvin did not want to waste mana be reverting to his elven form and telling them. His ears picked up the clash in the woods, and it was likely that the others could hear more darkspawn in the woods. Arvin could feel them, and knew that Severia could as well. The lynx waited for their group to get together, Severia called for her warhorse and charged. Arvin bounded after her, letting out a roar of battle lust before charging in Severia's wake. That was when the scent of the demons made it to his snout. Skidding to a halt, Arvin let out a terrified yowl. No, no no! Keep them away! Instead of completely halting his charge, which in the mud would have still sent him careening into the pack, Arvin skittered off to one side, circling and trying to avoid a strike from something. He didn't care what anymore, the instincts of the cat sent the lynx into a frenzy. The next thing that got near was clawed by several swipes, Arvin just tried to keep the demon away from him.

It pursued, and Arvin gave ground freely. As a shapeshifter, his animal forms were a tad larger than the actual animal he was copying, but the demon still dwarfed the cat. It leaped at him, and tried to bowl the lynx over. That was the point where fear gave way to feral anger. Arvin rolled with the demon, but was pinned beneath. Getting in close might have held off a longsword, but the lynx did not need reach with a blade to kill. Latching on with his front claws and teeth, Arvin's hind legs went to work. In any other situation, it might look comical, like the lynx was trying to run on two legs. His hind legs worked tirelessly, viciously raking and shredding the demon, tearing at its form until nothing was left but a lifeless heap. The lynx shakily began to climb out form beneath the body, and charged again to help out his companions with whatever fights they had, leaping upon the back of an enemy, or swiping and biting at a demon's back.