[There's a reason they always send squads to deal with monsters. Even here, that doesn't seem to have changed. It's far too easy to get surrounded in the dark, as Mòrag has no doubt learned, and backup is few and far between in this place.
But it seems that, tonight at least, she's gotten lucky. From out of the dark, a blast of crimson red lightning slams into the side of one of the Grimm. It sends the beast off a couple of steps, not stunned but reeling, and opens a hole in their midst. Where did it come from? The woman standing at the treeline, sword in hand. The light of Mòrag's flames plays havoc with the shadows and hides her expression, but her voice is clear.]
Grimm!
But it seems that, tonight at least, she's gotten lucky. From out of the dark, a blast of crimson red lightning slams into the side of one of the Grimm. It sends the beast off a couple of steps, not stunned but reeling, and opens a hole in their midst. Where did it come from? The woman standing at the treeline, sword in hand. The light of Mòrag's flames plays havoc with the shadows and hides her expression, but her voice is clear.]
Fall back!