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the sixth; accidental voice

[Shuffle. Shuffle. Clank. The communicator has turned on in Thereth's pack. The faint sound of lapping water can be heard over the shifting of her armor.]

Little one?

[There's more shuffling, as though perhaps a handsome man has awoken and is getting up. Unaware of the danger, Thereth is approaching him.]

Have you just arrived? You are safe here...

[More shuffling. Footsteps. (And hoofsteps.) They're meeting each other halfway.

And then there's a horrible sound from the moocow's throat. It's a scream, but more in the way that a hairy-chested, horned Viking chieftan would scream while painted with the blood of his enemies, and less in the way that ~~Duib~~ a girlish waif would scream. It's still pretty damn bloodcurdling, though. ~~HOPE YOU WEREN'T ASLEEP DEMELEIER~~

And the sound of the Each Uisge attacking and Thereth's axe coming up to parry, and the feed cuts out.]

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~~MOTHER~~ THERETH!

[Oh, it's on now. You don't screw with Duibatron's mama moocow.]

[SOUNDS OF FEARSOME BATTLE! The device turns on again ~~conveniently~~ as the monstrous horse throws her bodily across the shore of the loch. She falls to the ground with an "oof!" and a heavy thump. There's angry neighing as the beast comes forward again, and Thereth yells, unsure of where exactly Duib is.]

Stand away, Duibhin!

[Or you could sheep it, that might be cool.]

Now is not the time, Thereth!

[Since when did the elf ever listen when someone he actually DID care for was in danger? His magic may be dampened here, but...but he can help! He has spells! In fact, he's mentally going through the ones he knows might prove useful as he hurries along.]

We've got to stop meeting like this.

Darryn!

[And he almost did, quite literally. Gasping in surprise, the elf paused just long enough to register him before taking off.]

If something is giving her trouble...we're in trouble.

[An arrow whizzes through the air towards the monstrous horse. Link is standing further along the shore, already fitting another one to the string as it streams forward.]

Get it back into the water!

[He looses that arrow too.]

Four versus one fairy-horse-thing is pretty good odds...

Right!

[And Duib is conjuring a firebolt of his own, sending it off for those hooves, following with a frostbolt aimed for the eyes to surprise it.]

[Goodness, three handsome men here to save her. She'll be flattered after she's done being attacked. The Each Usige's claws are sharp and long, and its teeth aren't to shake a stick at either; its jaws close around a horn and the claws are trying to find a way under the shoulder of the armor. The earlier cow-toss robbed her of her axe, but it looks at least like she scored a hit on its side...which is bubbling, oddly enough.

The faerie was prepared for a fight, but probably not for two mages, an archer and a giant heavy cow, and in panic it rears back and releases its hold on Thereth. An arrow hits, and so does the frostbolt. The beast stumbles back into the water as a winded Thereth tries to crawl away from the shore.]

[OOC: Darryn, Duib - the Each Usige doesn't have hooves - just for further reference.^^;;]

[Link pulls out another arrow and touches the index finger of his left hand to the tip. Curling, coiling cold air begins to stream off of it. He aims it for the water and releases. The water hardens where the arrow tip hit, creating a small island of ice over where the creature first landed.

Not waiting to see if it banished or froze the creature in place, Link ran down to where Thereth was, holding out his hand for her to grab ~~and once again proving that he doesn't think things through~~.]

Link, be careful. We don't know if it'll come back out.

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