With the emergence of the hoard of creatures the bubbling anxiety transformed into a steely anticipation for the upcoming fight. Violet was both relieved and disappointed to have her anxiety proven correct. Glad that it seemed like that man Mason was not the sole reason for her worries, yet disappointed that she hadn't been able to hear the last reason he was about to state.
She shook her head, she could find that out later on, right now she had a fight to win.
Luna being a front line fighter at heart had rushed to join the arrayed warriors that were forming a bulwark, Rhyana and Masin hot on her heels. The rotund mousekin was already there, standing in the front and shimmering with powerful mana as he stood like an indomitable bastion against the incoming tide of foes.
