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Being left behind at camp, outed from battle, was boring at best, irritatingly infuriating at worst. So upon hearing the echoes of a struggle emanating loudly from further within the forest, Blaine sprung into action, excitement and adrenaline already pumping through his veins, though it hardly showed on his fair face. Grabbing his sword in his strong grip, he raced off into the trees in search of the darkness and monsters to slay. Andrea's reaction was slower than her friends', but nonetheless impressive. Scooping the handmade arrows into their respective quiver, she slung the pouch across her back, making a desperate grab for her bow, chasing heartily after Blaine.

Approaching the scene, Blaine was relieved to have allies already dealing with the formidable 'problem', and counted himself lucky to have such a diverse range of creatures, though anger and disappointment rang across his bones when he realized the creator of the dark beast had slipped away from their grasps.

Slinking in behind him, Andrea blended into the shadows of the tall forest trees, firing arrows in rapid succession until one planted itself firmly into the eye of the hideous creature, the effort the best she could do in regards to stopping it and aiding the others, for she had left her swords and protective amour behind.