[PQ] [HUNT] willow weep for me

Ronin held his ground beside Melita, cautious, wary and infinitely glad that his comrades were alright (and alive). The banshee shrieked and keened and focused on what she had clearly decided was the weakest link out of the group. With doleful eyes she staggered towards Emmett, the sudden wail leaving her throat one of infinite grief and sadness. The grief of one who had lost their family, lost them in the dark... in the dark on a long, long night. Black, viscous blood gushed from the wound left in the wake of Roana's attack - the banshee's decision to change her focus, however, would mean that the ex-captain's rounded swing would fall short, slashing at the air where the creature had been before her lurching about to get at Emmett. Hissing a curse under his breath, Ronin grabbed at one of the torches and nodded to Melita. "Let's end this quickly," he said, leaping the barricade that he might distract or set the horrific creature alight. Post order: Emmett Remi Roana Melita You have 48 hours to respond. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.