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Vi hearing Tyran yell to take cover , she quickly hides behind the nearest tree , cancels her shock aura yo save energy.

Megana hides behind the nearest tree and readies her pistol.."fuckin hell"

OOC: Turn order
Dusty 24
Unknown 23
Adam 21
Tyran 16
Megana 14
Payton 13
Vi 6
Trevor 5
Ant 2


Senses on high alert, as soon as he feels the buzz, Tyran shouts "Take cover!" while throwing himself backwards and to the side, diving behind the nearest tree or bush while instinctively putting a hand up to one of the medallions on his neck.

An arrow sails in and punches into Payton's chest with a dull, meaty thunk, the shaft quivering. He pauses only long enough to glance down at it. His eyes flare wide and his breath hitches. Then suddenly he explodes into a shrill, furious warcry that nearly rattles the trees. Snow kicks up behind him as he launches forward like a berserker unleashed.

Dusty and Adam surge after him without hesitation, boots hammering the frozen ground, tomahawk and knives already raised.

Tyran then utters a quick spell as shadows ripple around him like ink in water as he begins to fade from sight.

Megana dives behind the nearest tree, pistol clutched tight. “Fucking HELL!” she barks as it's difficult to track everything suddenly happening.

Vi darts behind another tree, letting her crackling aura gutter out to save her strength. Trevor hits the ground in a practiced slide, rifle up, eyes narrowed toward the direction that arrow must’ve come from. Ant skids in beside Megana, spear flashing as he plants his feet. “I’ll protect you!” he shouts, voice cracking with adrenaline. She remembers; he’s small, but he’s lethal, and he’s saved her life before.

Payton crests the top of the homemade den and disappears over it with Dusty and Adam right behind him. A heartbeat later, the forest erupts with snarls, screams, and the brutal sound of flesh tearing. Wolves are dying violently. But it's hard to tell if it's only wolves.

Tyran flickers once and then blinks out of existence.

Dusty’s voice tears through the chaos, raw and unhinged, “Kill them all and burn their home!”

Megana and Vi freeze. They’ve never heard him sound like that. Not even close.

Vi pulls herself outta the start of shock. Looks at megana," get your ass up we have a job to do !!"
Vi gets up and heads into the fight with everything at the ready and sparks flying around her .

Quick on her feet and fast to the draw as she use the tree for cover as she looks around the tree to find where the target is but see also listen for anything unusual

With two layers of MD protection and the benefit of his spell, Tyran sprints up over the crest of the den to see what they are dealing with. "I said take cover, you idiots ..." He thinks to himself. "Not ... charge!"

Megana and Vi freeze. They’ve never heard him sound like that. Not even close.

Vi shakes off the disbelief, shouting, "Get your ass up we have a job to do!" as she charges into the fight, concentrating to recreate her aura of electrons. Megana peers around the tree and watches as Vi charges over the den. Ant stays behind, still limping, spear ready, protecting her.

With two layers of premium, varied protection and the benefit of his spell, Tyran sprints up over the crest of the den to see what they are dealing with. "I said take cover, you idiots ..." He thinks to himself. "Not ... charge!"

Vi and Tyran crest the miniature hill, allowing the whole battlefield detonates into motion. Wolves lie scattered below them, some twitching, some still. Others snarl through blood‑flecked snow. To the right, Dusty is being dragged through the snow by two wolves, boots kicking trenches as he fights to twist free. Payton is locked in a tight circle of five, each one darting in and out, testing him, keeping him penned like prey. Adam drives his spear clean through one wolf’s ribs while two more cling to his fur cloak, yanking him backward with their full weight. He roars and spins, dragging them like stubborn anchors.

At the base of a tree, another wolf lies slumped, half its skull gone courtesy of Trevor’s rifle. Trevor himself is halfway up that same tree, scrambling higher with his rifle shouldered. Four wolves leap at the trunk beneath him, bouncing off the bark, jaws snapping inches from his boots and haunches.

And through the swirling snow‑fog of war, a dozen more shapes emerge, charging low, fast, and closing in.

Tyran sprints invisibly into the fray, loosing multiple castings of 'repel animals' as soon as he gets within range; all the while looking for signs of the dogboy itself.

Seeing the additional shapes charging in, he also attempts to throw up an energy shield bubble ... Around the incoming wolves themselves, attempting to trap them inside and stop them joining the fight without revealing his location with an overt attack.