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The following moments passed in a blur, all leading to a man approaching her, blades drawn and face hidden. He spoke without her ears listening, the crossbow in hand nearly slipping from her shivering fingers. Never had she witnessed such a nightmare in reality, Fayvus twisting and slicing like a man of the wild, the clash and clang of metal attacking the air and sudden creatures. And blood. So much blood the air grew rank with the scent as more beasts charged forward.

Distantly, Kenni heard herself respond, "Lycan," to the mysterious man. "They are Lycan. Only silver can do enough damage." she had read about such creatures when young, before the priestesses of the church forbade such pages to exist within the young girls' grasps. "And no...no girl."

Kenni acted as if her limbs were controlled by some other entity, Storm neighing encouragingly to her. Seeing Fayvus, she aimed the crossbow a few feet to the side of him, an approaching wolf man ready to take charge. Kenni located the sight, exhaled slowly, and released...

...the bolt found the throat of the beast. Lips pressed together tight, Kenni refused to believe what she had just done. Instead, she turned to the man. "Help Fayvus," she said, indicating her nurse.