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 Perhaps she was well aware of it, because she screamed, "I said //go//, Anuwi, damn you!"}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|Then An-uxhwi was upon the branches of a tree, rending a branch about the thickness of two fingers from it with his arms. A fresh pain shot up from his tail, higher up than before, and his body jerked in response, nearly sending him into a tumble. Instead, he converted the motion into one mostly to his benefit, landing back on the ground near Ynudh and his henchmen, swinging the branch. It didn't make for a good weapon - the leaves were still on it, as well as thinner, smaller branches, all of which would soften the impact - but it would still tap into takmar instincts and hopefully give Evrith more time to escape.
+Any minute now, he might actually listen to her command.
+But as it were, his self-chosen mandate was to protect her to best of his ability (even if she was arguably in a better position to defend) - not to listen to all of her instructions.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|Whatever else could be said about Ynudh, he was fast to adapt. He caught the branch in one hand, where black mist began pouring off it; he swiped at Evrith with the other, though holding on to the branch limited his reach.
+Evrith dodged back, turned, and sliced off a spearhead that was thrust at her, then impaled its wielder through the chest. She slashed at the dark figure again, as ineffectually as before; he opened his mouth as if to snarl something-
+A blur hurtled through the air and slammed into Ynudh, sending them both skidding. It was a xtauh - an unfamiliar one - who was making an impressive effort to get his teeth around the cultist's throat.
+In fact, now that, for the moment, neither of them were being attacked, they were in a position to notice that the clearing was now full of xtauh, and that a full-scale battle had erupted around them - here mobbing takmar with claws and knives, there forcing others out of the sky. Evrith stared at them blearily before turning to An-uxhwi and, somewhat ineffectively, trying to pull him away from the melee.
+"You //idiot//," she told him, though her tone was more heartbroken than angry. "Why didn't you //listen// to me?"
+Behind them, there was a horrible, gurgling scream as Ynudh's attacker found his face being dissolved away.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|His head swam. A kind of nebulously defined headache was blossoming in his skull, neither stabbing nor dull, conforming to no particular geometric shape that he could have identified. A haze. He felt himself stagger forward increasingly uneasily, unsure if it was because of another stab of pain at his tail or from something else his adrenaline had him neglect...
+Dimly, he was aware Evrith asked a question of him - an admonishment of some sort - and he was even sure he had understood the meaning, at least in some past life from several seconds ago. He nodded acknowledgement, even though he was sure it hadn't been a yes/no question. If he'd been more with it, he might have done it proudly: //Yes, I am an idiot, but you're alive.//}}
+{{wst>shyriath|An-uxhwi felt Evrith steer him behind a tree at the edge of the clearing and lower him to the ground; whether from emotion, exhaustion, or both, she trembled as she did so. As his surroundings started spinning, her muzzle filled his vision and her tongue started to swipe across his face.
+Darkness began to close in, but as the world fled from him, he heard her say, over the sound of approaching snarling and shouting, "I'm sorry."}}