"Well if were unlucky, then death is the best thing, the worse unlucky would be that they caught us." the blood practically escaped from her body as those words slipped out. Just then there was a howl out in the distance. Great, they had to deal with her the mercenaries and wolves. There was an uneasy thought in her mind, animals weren't so stupid that they would come out when a storm is about to start. In Ilia however, there was little time to think about this, so she pushed right on through.
"Wolves? There are wolves here? Learn something new everyday, huh?" He gave a nervous laugh. He may be an idiot, but it was obvious that they were screwed. "So, death is the best thing if we're unlucky?" Without thinking, he added, "Looks like our luck's running out, isn't it?"
(fine, I'm modifying it)
"Wait..... Crap. Well, since we're already focusing on the dark things, I might as well ask. What would they do to us if they catch us? Repeat this? Or other stuff?" Yurat looked around, wondering if they could hear him.
"Best not to think that we will get caught." Aleth managed to speak out in between of being nervous and the impending feeling of doom.
"If you know whats best for you, here, its work first, talk later." Before long after that short advice, she began to walk even quicker through the snow. If anything, they really were better off dead, this place seemed colder then she remembered. It was probably thanks to her being in warmer areas then here.
"Yup." Yurat kept his mouth shut after that, heeding her advice. Especially since noise could mean death for them. Huh, wait, I haven't heard anything since the howls... Could be bad news... Once again, accidentally being pessimistic, Yurat looked around... Then spoke up. "Aleth, what's the usual color of an Ilian wolf's pelt? 'Cause I'm not a big fan of that..." He pointed at what had made him stop and speak.
"Ah shi-" Aleth cut off as a pack of wolves ganged up on them. Ilia was always a dangerous place, but why were the wolves after them? It wasn't like they tasted good and humans weren't usually in their diet. Thinking in between the snarls and growls, she had faced them while trying to get away from her parents. They had caused quite a bit of delay, but she remembered how to get them off. Her blade was fixated in its jaws, she found it quite difficult to fight back. She hoped Yurat was doing alright.
(OOC: Hm... They attack us, we fight back to survive, we could very well die... Probably not! Only bandits! =D)
Yurat, having a slow moment (hopefully because of the cold), finally drew his sword. Underbelly, huh? Hope it works... A wolf had already leaped for him, and, hoping for the best, he slashed at its underbelly. It landed on him, but ran away from him. Left him bloody, but unscathed. He took too long to get up, though. A wolf was on him in an instant, heading for the throat. Amazingly, Yurat was able to move, just enough, so that he wouldn't get hit in the neck and die... He felt a jolt of pain in his left arm. Pain dealing with my left arm again? Great, first my shoulder, now my arm... He quickly knocked the wolf off of him and, out of pain, stabbed the wolf biting him. The wolf survived, but didn't run from him. He took an instant to look at his arm, and saw... Well, bloody bone. Great, my left arm is cursed. Maybe I should...
(Okay, so take away... 8 hp, maybe? 10, how much? idk... Anyway, tried to be vague on the underbelly thing. Hard to, but I said that the wolf ran off, never said that it ran from battle, nor did I say that it didn't run from the battle. So, whichever is meant to work)
Well for starters, Aleth didn't enjoy being pounced on by animals or anything by that matter. It always reminded her of being grabbed by her parents and doing something she truly, absolutely, unbelievably, hated. She grimaced as the teeth of the beast grazed her right shoulder, tearing off part of her cloak and armor. Tiny drops of blood slid down her body, this only made the wolf more determined to come at her. Grunting, Aleth began to analyze the situation, Yurat was fine, and as she looked the creature was just about skin and bones. She hated the thought of hurting a beast dying from hunger, but its either she live or it died. Grasping her sword, she sliced at the creature, grazing it on the side. It tumbled down onto the snow and ran off, the blood was making a trail off into the distance.