"Oh, are you a vegetarian?" Lenore starts to reply, just a bit of cattiness strengthening her tone, because she certainly isn't in quite bad enough a situation to just take that strike without response. But she doesn't manage to finish the last word before some kind of humanoid creatures attack them, infected with some kind of magic that Lenore doesn't recognize. And she certainly doesn't like the look of it.
She's stronger than she looks, but combat has never been a strong point of hers. It's clearly a strong point of his. She's fully aware now that she wouldn't be able to take him--oh and she does recognize those weapons, after all. That crest. A Belmont. She's lucky that he hesitated to converse at all. She's luckier that he was here at all. Unlikely that this is a stick and carrot con when he could have dispatched her on his own.
"Got it," she responds, before bursting into a cloud of bats and flitting off to the east. She swirls into the forest, lurking in the trees and hiding as she waits for him to catch up. She doesn't have long to wait. And while it's tempting to simply take this opportunity to disappear, she needs an ally. Unless she makes a significant adjustment to her morals, she can't make it across country without shelter, and she has no way to get shelter without begging or taking it, and either way remains a risk of getting ambushed during daylight.
The shelter she had has now been doubly invaded. So her best bet, again, is conversation.
Descending from the trees and taking human form again a safe distance away, Lenore hovers just above the ground, wary of this Belmont. "Friends of yours?"
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She's stronger than she looks, but combat has never been a strong point of hers. It's clearly a strong point of his. She's fully aware now that she wouldn't be able to take him--oh and she does recognize those weapons, after all. That crest. A Belmont. She's lucky that he hesitated to converse at all. She's luckier that he was here at all. Unlikely that this is a stick and carrot con when he could have dispatched her on his own.
"Got it," she responds, before bursting into a cloud of bats and flitting off to the east. She swirls into the forest, lurking in the trees and hiding as she waits for him to catch up. She doesn't have long to wait. And while it's tempting to simply take this opportunity to disappear, she needs an ally. Unless she makes a significant adjustment to her morals, she can't make it across country without shelter, and she has no way to get shelter without begging or taking it, and either way remains a risk of getting ambushed during daylight.
The shelter she had has now been doubly invaded. So her best bet, again, is conversation.
Descending from the trees and taking human form again a safe distance away, Lenore hovers just above the ground, wary of this Belmont. "Friends of yours?"