[ Whatever the coeurl's intention, the beast doesn't last for much longer. An arrow snaps through the air and into the soft neck of the monster which immediately snarls in anger and pain and rounds on its attacker. Cecily Trevelyan, bow drawn, wastes no more time in letting loose another, which cuts again into its throat and sends it spluttering toward her. He doesn't make it very far, choking on blood, and collapses in a slump between Julia and Cecily, eyes wide and wild. ]
They aren't friendly. [ Comes the clipped, almost breathless response. The Inquisitor goes about her business, removing the arrows once she knows the coeurl is dead. ] Not very strong, but fast, and... well, sharp.
[ The claws and the teeth, anyway. Though... as she peeks up at the stranger, someone she recognizes immediately to be new within their cavernous prison, she feels... something. There's something about the other woman and her first thought is mage, though there's no evidence to suggest it. ]
You've just arrived, then? [ Cecily says briskly, replacing the bloodied arrows in their quiver as she straightens up. ]
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They aren't friendly. [ Comes the clipped, almost breathless response. The Inquisitor goes about her business, removing the arrows once she knows the coeurl is dead. ] Not very strong, but fast, and... well, sharp.
[ The claws and the teeth, anyway. Though... as she peeks up at the stranger, someone she recognizes immediately to be new within their cavernous prison, she feels... something. There's something about the other woman and her first thought is mage, though there's no evidence to suggest it. ]
You've just arrived, then? [ Cecily says briskly, replacing the bloodied arrows in their quiver as she straightens up. ]