The World-Eater's Eyrie

Ullr; Intimidation Turns Aggression

  Ullr caught the flint arrowhead a bit better then she'd caught the troll fat earlier, muttering a soft thank you before refocusing on her task: starting the fire. Flint in hand, Ullr pulled her knife from its sheath on her hip and scraped the blade along the flat of the arrowhead. Little black flecks fell into the kindling for the fire, and once there was a sufficient amount, the orcish girl turned the flint in her hands so that the jagged edges were facing her. A few sharp strokes was all it took to make sparks, lighting the kindling easily and starting the flames. Ullr smiled to herself once the fire was lit, feeling accomplished and sufficiently proud of her work.

The shuffling of undergrowth had reached the orc halfling's ears before the distinct cracking of twigs underfoot, but the girl had passed it off as some woodland creature. Perhaps she could have been a little more prudent in her actions afterwhich. Following the shuffle, there came a worried snort from her bay stallion and then the snap of a twig. When that sound came, she froze as Cerise did. Encounters in the woods weren't necessarily desired occurrences – more often than not they were the prelude to bandit attacks or worse things. Ullr hastily picked up her knife again, clutching it tightly in her grasp. 

Unfortunately, the girl's intuition had been correct. She flinched as Cerise lodged her arrow in the man's arm, crouching defensively behind Bruse. She'd been surprised that the wolf-dog had moved to her side in the face of danger rather than his master's, but quickly realized that Cerise was most likely more than capable of defending herself or warding off potential threats. Ullr was perhaps the second most useless one there, just barely ahead of Sigra and her panicking – the catalyst to all this trouble. 

The orcish girl glanced around for something to aid their escape as the men edged closer. They kept a decent distance, however, what with the huntress and her bow and the wolf-dog growling viciously at Ullr's side. Bror began to prance nervously, tossing his head with a short whinny. 

Ullr glanced to Cerise for direction – the girl was completely out of her depth here. She and Bror had been attacked by bandits once before, yes, but it had just been the two of them at the time. She couldn't flee with the stallion and leave her companion behind to deal with the brutish pair alone. Schooling her features into a cool mask, the orc halfling waited anxiously for the next move.