He ran underneath the warthog Beastfolk’s legs. Torm pulled his hand back and then laughed in a deep voice. ![]() Lolan swung at the slow meaty hand and it connected, creating a growing trail of blood down the Beastfolk’s fingers. He went for Lolan first, despite being armed with a sword. After a moment, the oversized warthog had to bend his head to keep from bursting out of the treetop hut. The bark was too tight around her chest, and no amount of pulling from her hands could break her free. She tried to push her way out, but she was trapped. I wrapped the branch around her chest and arms. She seemed to be the bigger threat out of the two, because of her longer reach. I used the branch I had been readying earlier to grab Mila. “I guess I’ll have to go through you then.” The hilt landed directly into Lobo’s grey-furred palm. “I would say the same to you, but you’ve already made your choice.” Lobo held out his hand, letting Mila toss his sword back to him. The blade glided on the floor as Tigala turned back to Lobo, growling at him all the while. She crashed into him, forcing his shapeshifted sword out of his hand. ![]() In tiger form, Tigala dove into the room, aiming more to disarm Lobo than attack him outright.
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