Isla
babe, there's something so lonesome about you
Later Isla will have to remind herself to be charmed by the trill that Asta lets out, but for right now she's shaking out her fur and rounding on the fyrhund just in time to see it crash into the rock courtesy of the feirw's graceful leaping. Unable to laugh in this shift, she nevertheless tosses her head in amusement before focusing on the void tainted creature, feeling equal parts disgusted and sorry for it.
Prowling around the edge of the rock as the fyrhund considers its options, she isn't surprised when it picks the (apparently, and more fool it) easier target of the butcher - and Asta makes it pay. Allowing her fellow Ancient to ram the fyrhund from the front, Isla positions herself in its blind spot; no sooner do the feirw's antlers sink into the gaps in its armour plating when a molten tiger's claws also sink into its haunches.
The fyrhund lets out a snarl of pain, attempting to snap its jaw's towards Asta again.
Prowling around the edge of the rock as the fyrhund considers its options, she isn't surprised when it picks the (apparently, and more fool it) easier target of the butcher - and Asta makes it pay. Allowing her fellow Ancient to ram the fyrhund from the front, Isla positions herself in its blind spot; no sooner do the feirw's antlers sink into the gaps in its armour plating when a molten tiger's claws also sink into its haunches.
The fyrhund lets out a snarl of pain, attempting to snap its jaw's towards Asta again.
something so wholesome about you
