The inky woman sneered under her skull at his question, but then thoughtfully considered it. Maybe they could be mercenaries. Both had skills in that field, it might come in handy for finding and trading for things that they did not have on them. " No, we are not.. Yet. " She said quickly, her head swiveling to meet her slaves question. Her brow furrowed as she stepped forward, one ear aimed in the direction of the hoofbeats, the other to their companion. His donkey brayed loudly and she grimaced, he just gave away their position if their visitors were indeed not friendly. And it seemed that they were not. An arrow whistled through the air, passing the females face too close for comfort and embedding itself into a tree next to her. Letting out a furious hiss, she lept into action. Motioning to her slave, she looked above her quickly and debated about her position.
Maximilian too her cue and gathered their remaining bags and tossed them onto the back of Valhalla, smacking the horses rump to get him to take off as soon as the bags were secure.Valhalla whinnied loudly and took off, his large hooves pounding the ground as he ran into the black depths of the forest, opposite of the direction of the intruders. They would find him later by scent, he knew not to stray far. The whole process took less then a minute, and as soon as he finished he unsheathed his sword, dropping down into battle position. His mistress was already gone. As he had readied the horse she had taken off her skull and tossed it to the ground under the tree, revealing her skull facial markings and beautiful, long white hair. Her cloak soon followed the skull and she scaled into the tree behind her, taking little time to raise herself up in the branches out of sight.
When the intruders came, she would be coming down from the branches with her throwing knives and the bone daggers strapped to her thighs. Though lean, she was powerful and could take and hold her own in a fight. The inky woman waited with baited breath in the branches high above the other two, keeping a close eye on the situation. It seemed that the first arrow had been a warning, now several followed suit to match it and Max had to dive and twist out of the way. The intruders burst into the clearing, three coyote-jackal mixes. The archer was on top of the horse, and the other two on the ground, one holding a spiked club and the other holding a pair of twin katanas. This would not be an easy fight.
The hybrid with the katanas swiped at Max, and he let out a fearful snarl as the blades just barely missed his hulking form, instead shaving hair off of his stomach. Not a moment passed before the snowy giant lept into action, swinging his sword at the beasts chest while throwing out his leg to knock the others from underneath him. A yelp sounded through the clearing as the steel blade cut flesh on the other, instead of it's intended mark it found the face, as the intruder had gone to duck instead. Hot liquid lept free of fur and skin from a deep gash across the eye of the other, him momentarily downed as he clutched his face in agony. Just then Alessandra dropped down from the branches, letting loose her throwing knives at the archer on horse back as she descended, looking like a hell-fire demon sent from above.
A few of her knives found there intended destination, and buried themselves deep into the chest of the archer. He yelled out in pain as he ripped them out of his chest as an almost instant counter action and threw them to the ground, now intent on the she-devil before him. As soon as her feet touched the soft grass below them she sprang up, throwing herself at the archer. He barely had time to react, and as her body collided with his he was take out of the saddle, his bow and arrows flying aross the clearing. She landed ontop of him with a heavy thud, both having the wind knocked out of them momentarily. His horse whinnied loudly and ran away from the battle, eyes white with fear. Having lost both his horse and his weapon the hybrid snarled in fury, taking the opportunity to swing his fists at the woman ontop of him. Her head was knocked back as his fist connected with her jaw, and as she fell off of him she tasted blood in her mouth. Alessandra hissed at the man before her as he rose to his feet, she soon scrambling to hers and backing away from him, her fists by her jaw as she settled into the fighting stance, not paying any attention to the plights of her other two companions in the clearing.
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