In some other universe, this scene is a tragic setup for a proverb about being too curious for your own good. Yenh, however, is determined to prevent that from coming to pass here in Eorzea—a decision made before she has even fully accessed the threat, and without that weird meta.
It is an impressive pack of wolves. Smaller and she could dispatch them with minimal effort. But this many...
She stands her ground, even as Felih overtakes her. Her sword is in her hand, and she flips it around as confidently as if it were a staff and not a naked blade. Her focus is on the lead wolves, and her weapon's focus is clicking to the bottom of her hilt. As they draw closer, her channeling completes. And in two forceful sweeps, she unleashes consecutive tethering spells into the foremost of the pack. The wolves behind the ensnared run into their packmates' arses. There is a brief yelpy pile-up.
Satisfied she bought them a few yalms of space before she has to try her trick again, she bolts after Felih. "What happened!?"
Felih pauses for only a moment when he sees that his fellow adventurer isn't also hauling ass like he is, ears up in concern before he sees the powerful wave of magic sweeping against the pack of wolves. During the moments the wolves yelp and scramble as they try to untangle themselves from each other, Felih takes the opportunity to run alongside her, panting still as he holds a bundle to his chest.
"T-They were, hhah- attacking a coeurl-" he explains between pants, "-killed it. There was a kit." Presumably, the one in his arms. "I tried to save the kit, the wolves probably thought I was trying to get at their food!" he yowls in continued stress, ears pinned back as he keeps running for dear life.
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It is an impressive pack of wolves. Smaller and she could dispatch them with minimal effort. But this many...
She stands her ground, even as Felih overtakes her. Her sword is in her hand, and she flips it around as confidently as if it were a staff and not a naked blade. Her focus is on the lead wolves, and her weapon's focus is clicking to the bottom of her hilt. As they draw closer, her channeling completes. And in two forceful sweeps, she unleashes consecutive tethering spells into the foremost of the pack. The wolves behind the ensnared run into their packmates' arses. There is a brief yelpy pile-up.
Satisfied she bought them a few yalms of space before she has to try her trick again, she bolts after Felih. "What happened!?"
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"T-They were, hhah- attacking a coeurl-" he explains between pants, "-killed it. There was a kit." Presumably, the one in his arms. "I tried to save the kit, the wolves probably thought I was trying to get at their food!" he yowls in continued stress, ears pinned back as he keeps running for dear life.
He might not be strong, but at least he's fast.