FIREBALL!

Spriggan wasn’t aiming to kill, no for one there was little chance she could and second they would attain the same results by chasing them off. It wasn’t like they were defending the border of the hallows anyway. As long as they managed to save the creature’s life, that was the real goal. Sprig leapt away, avoiding another round of jaws as the pack decided their casualties were too high. To Sprig’s surprise, two were left dead. The one that the horned equine was unsheathing his horn from, and one that might still be alive in her brother’s jaws.

"You didn’t have to kill it.” She chastized gently as she did a little twirl to show Titus she was completely unharmed. "I can take care of myself.” She retorted as he scolded her. "You can’t tell me what to do anyhow.” She mumbled as his attention turned to the unicorn. He told it in repayment for its life, that it would need to serve and protect Spriggan.

There was an intelligence within its eyes that said it understood. She didn’t know if it was because it chose to, or because it was mute, but it lowered its soft white ears against its head and nodded in agreement. Walking up to Spriggan dutifully. The tiny girl could not say she wasn’t thrilled, but she tried to tone down her enthusiasm while her brother was still miffed at her.

She hid the way she rolled her eyes as, serious as ever, Titus did indeed mean to sit her down for a lesson. Sprig couldn’t deny that he was more well versed in battle than she was so, leaning into the unicorn’s legs she looked up expectantly. "Not getting injured.” She replied flatly, trying to refrain from pointing at his obvious injuries.


"Spriggan Carpathius"