Sabriel springs into action, crowbar in hand as she brings it down on the head of one of the dogs, scrambling back so she can put some distance between her and them. The marks practically leap out of the charter and into her fingertips.
"Anet, Calew, Ferhan!" One of the spell-blades misses, but of the three that have ignored Albert and gone after Sabriel, one has died instantly with a hole it it's head, and the other is on the ground and dying slowly from a chest wound as she suppresses her death-sense as much as she can.
The last one yelps and tries to get away. Sabriel swings the crowbar, and feels the dog's skull cave in.
"Need help?" she shouts to her rescuer as she moves forward, pulling more marks out of the Charter and letting them gather on her tongue, waiting to be unleashed.
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"Anet, Calew, Ferhan!" One of the spell-blades misses, but of the three that have ignored Albert and gone after Sabriel, one has died instantly with a hole it it's head, and the other is on the ground and dying slowly from a chest wound as she suppresses her death-sense as much as she can.
The last one yelps and tries to get away. Sabriel swings the crowbar, and feels the dog's skull cave in.
"Need help?" she shouts to her rescuer as she moves forward, pulling more marks out of the Charter and letting them gather on her tongue, waiting to be unleashed.