Neverwinter Forest Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds.

Did some discord rolls, added the result of a D15 roll for trespassing; Simmik doles out 9hp damage, Revui counters with 3hp damage.

There was no time between his noticing of the white shape and the collision of teeth; it felt like a figment from his dreams had come alive and sought him out, and then there came the connection of their bodies. The woman knew the paths better than he did and she came upon him with a ferocity that left him winded. Teeth sought his throat; he felt the sting as they cut in to him, and twisted his own body to compensate as best he could. Blood gushed from the wound and Revui could not pry himself free immediately—but he twisted and snapped and threw his weight to counter-balance the force levied against himself, and there came the rending of flesh as he came away free, though not unharmed.

A streak of red gushed from his neck, a spike of adrenaline, Revui feels the world spinning and he tries to steady himself and seek a defensible position, tasting blood at the back of his throat—between his own teeth. Should've stayed on the glacier, should've told Hydra whatever she'd wanted to hear, should've—should've done a lot of things. He spits a wad of bloody saliva in to the ferns as he glares at his assailant, deterred from his desired path.