Maeve
"I'll keep it in mind." Maeve responds, but their conversation is quickly cut short when another gourd comes their way. A yelp leaves her as one lashes out with its vines, wrapping around her ankle, but Maeve lands a sharp stomp to the top of it. Her booted foot sinks into it with a thud, splattering guts this way and that, making her grimace as it sticks to her boot. She spares a quick glance around, seeing that they are quickly close to being overwhelmed, "One of these times we should go hunting for the damn thing. Put an end to this all." Maeve sends a shot over his shoulder, stopping another from wrapping its vines around Ronin, quickly nodding in response.
"Be quick about it! I'm running out of arrows." She grabs another from her quiver, the container much emptier now than it was before they started this whole adventure. At least she can say she's gotten better at hitting moving targets.
"Be quick about it! I'm running out of arrows." She grabs another from her quiver, the container much emptier now than it was before they started this whole adventure. At least she can say she's gotten better at hitting moving targets.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
