05-21-2019, 08:03 PM
Taking Tiras's hand to hoist herself up just in time to see Lennox being stabbed, the gut-churning reality of the situation occurred to Renata: their group was now stuck in a struggle of attrition in which the farther they traveled, the more wounds they would accrue with no real medical aid at their disposal. If they couldn't soon make it to the Dragon's Gate and find something there to save them, their deaths were all a matter of "when", not "if". Hearing a scuffling as the grass behind her was displaced, Renata whirled to face a husky apparition hefting a club that had perhaps once borne an axe head at its tip: these things were definitely stronger than the ones that had been skulking on the edges of the woods near the shore. Determined not to let the morph swing its weapon, she dove in the opposite direction of the club with sword outstretched. It barely left a scratch. Preparing her tome as the club came down and shook the earth next to her, Renata's eyes landed on Raye hanging back in the distance. Why did that girl even come here in the first place? Could she defend herself at all? But there was no time to be incredulous. Aiming for the morph's eyes, Renata muttered her incantation once again. Blinded, the morph flailed about to knock Renata away with a fist, which she took as a suggestion to hobble away and continue running. Although the other apparitions that were not spindly knaves and wizards seemed to have been fooled by her distraction earlier, if they were to catch up it could very well spell doom for the party. She caught up to Lennox's side: although she doubted she would be able to catch him if his injuries gave him trouble walking, she would have to try. The magical sword he wielded may well be their best chance at surviving this hellish journey.
Nichol · Renata
Fire Emblem: Insurrection