"Well, it's really big, and it's on fire," she answers, looking at the orange-colored spot in the distance.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Natalia let out a very cat like growl. She began running along the top of the wall, on all fours. With long, loping strides. She had absolutely no trouble.
Natalia leaped off the wall and landed on the ground, on her feet. Right in front of the tiger. It growled at her. She growled back. Suddenly Natalia's whip snapped through the air and curled around one of the hind legs.
Jay shrugs and leaps into the melee with much panache, dancing in and out with her rapier, taunting the creature all the while.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She dodges a swift blow from her adversary and counters with a lunge, sending her blade through it's neck.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
The thing survives, for some reason. Orlando decides to join the melee. She pulls out an ash arrow and an ash bow and aims at the beast, shooting it in the head. It collapses from all of the attacks and dies.
"Oversized kitty," Jay mutters, sheathing her sword.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Oversized invulnerable kitty," corrects Orlando. "Can someone get me my arrow? I'd die if I'd jump down there and I don't want to climb up here again."
