[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Barnabas was, concerned. This situation had looked bad as they had ran down through the trees to the town, either to try and help any survivors or do some scavenging from what was left afterwards, depending on how things went. It was a bad time, had to be practical whilst trying to remain good. But, those numbers of bandits had been very worrying, a dangerous number of human armed foes. He squinted as they slowed, trying to look ahead with his good eye and listen out, not wanting to run right into some bandits and peering ahead through the overgrowth. Barnabas could hear fresh sounds of combat and yelling? A scuffle amongst the bandits and some newcomers had broken out. This, could be a chance, even if the newcomers were equally aggressive, to take out some of the initial bandits. Beorcs attacking humans, preying on each other, Barnabas didn't feel particularly fond of humans at the best of times, and their communities, but this violent attack on each other rankled him. Also, deep down, a chance to take out a right bastard of human pleased him right now, to avenge his own people.



"Let's take out some of these human raiders whilst they're distracted." he said darkly to Saya, baring his prominent fang-like teeth with excitement as his tail swished quickly, blood lust obviously rising.

A chance to make the humans fear a scion of nature. To remind them that Progress would not advance unchallenged. A dark urge roused in him as he transformed, and he took this opportunity for some violence in his feral state.

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Barnabas will move one square north then two squares west and attack!