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(A few days ago) 'White walker season again" Baron Idris sighs and draws a chimerical bullet and loads it in the rifle, clipping one in the head as they charge, "Sylvi, if you want to head back to the hold I understand."

"N-no." A throat clearing. "I mean, no, my lord. I will stay." She has her Bowie knife in hand and sets her jaw defiantly.

Gulbrand says "Do you know how to use a gun or bow? Or better yet fire?" The Aesin has showed her more respect since the Wendigo incident.

"I can shoot a rifle and fire a bow." Sylvi nods quickly.

"Then best to not engage in melee until they close." He hands her a nocker looking creation that has on the side "From Tijuana with love' "Pull the bolt back to put in another chimerical bullet"

Sylvi sheathes her blade and spares a brief moment to grin at the inscription...then loads and aims....

And she fires one in the neck, aiming for the head. Her mom lets her watch horror movies. She knows to try the skull case!

Idris grins "Shoot, I am officially impressed," And he finishes the one she shot, after she 'loosened it up' "Normally I wouldnt poach, but no room for pride when stopping zombie chimera of any stripe"

"Low," she mutters to herself, quickly reloading, aiming...and firing at a fresh target as soon as Idris takes hers. "Yes, Lord."

The white walkers charge, some riding beasts, "Go for their beast's kneecaps, slows their momentum" //Gullbrand reaches into his hand, ccloses his eyes "Logi Hungers" And throws summer grass towards some getting close which busts into flame. It's weird to hear a sidhe use Logi's name in a bunk

Sylvi hesitates, looking at the beasts...maiming the steed goes against her ideas of what is right....

She instead shoots at the head of another Walker.

"Don't be soft, those beasts are half dead too.." Gullbrand fusses.//The Baron says "To each their own honor be true, Gulbrand. If you want to learn how to lead others then first you need to learn what ways they're willing to follow and try to respect it. " He fires again. /Syvil's shot plugs one right off his 'horse', the baron's shot clips the horse to slow it down. "Won't be long now though."

A quick reload, and another shot at another Walker. Now's not the time to debate. She reloads and shoots again as quickly as she can manage.

Finally, the walkers get closer to melee, but their numbers are greatly reduced. The baron knows tactics "Draw your blades , Gulibrand, Sylvi, get back to back . let them ccome to you. "

Sylvi follows this instruction to the letter, glancing over her shoulder at Gullbrand for a moment as she sets her blade ready to strike.

The Aesin readies and draws his own sword and shield and... the battle comes.

Idris fights ahead of them, Gwydion style is wise. he's old school and should he hit a beserker rage, he wants to make sure it takes out foes not friend

Some of the foes that get to them are still reeling from Idris, so it's a matter of catching those ones off-balance and striking home quickly.

The Aesin's fighting style isn't so different from some of the nordic style of trolls,, they whirl and work together pretty well. He pins one with a blade, she whoops off its hand at the wrist, and the hand and the weapon it carried fall!

Idris shines like a bonfire, and for a moment it seems like there are five of him as he hews and cuts, laughing "Hurts like a son of a bitch don't it?" As he carves one in half

Sylvi doesn't dare do more than glance in Idris's direction...she doesn't want to get distracted. She's seen the Chieftain fight, mostly in tournaments, but Gwydion sidhe in full battle? That's...wow. Don't look. Do your job. Grab...stab...do it again.

the Baron calls ou something in Welsh and for just a moment, the midnight's sun's light turns deadly to the white walkers casuing them to boil.! only a few escape that, and they are finished off.

Syvli realizes she has a few cuts ,but no bites! Gulbrand is grinning "Good fight!"//Idris turns around 'You two okay?"

"I...yeah! You too," she grins back at Gulbrand. "Fine here, Lord." She cleans her blade off carefully before resheathing it.

"Well, good," Idris grins despite being a bit bloodied himself. "Let's clean up and tell that bear pooka family their home is safe now and... oh, mmm" he looked down , 'Sylvi, I think you might have a souviner" Twitching upsdide down is a pale chimerical hand

Sylvi looks down and nearly tries to crush the thing with her foot before checking herself. "Is it...harmless?"

"Is now" he says 'These are pretty weak chimera. No teeth on this part. Heck, it can't even roam around."

"Not far..."

It gives a rather pathetic jump

"That's....grossly endearing." Sylvi smirks at the thing, then picks it up carefully by the wrist, from an angle the fingers can't grab her in response.

It doesn't even bleed, frozen and such

"Yup. Gross." She digs in her pack to clear a space, then shoves the hand inside, hoping it won't cause too much havoc in there.

that works "Maybe you can give it to a sluagh friend" The Baron says "if you don't want to keep it for yourself."

"I, in fact, have a sluagh friend who might really appreciate this. But I'll send it to my folks, first." A slightly mischievous grin. "I'm sure they won't mind."

"mm bit of mischief in you" Idris says, but it does not sound like disapproval. They make their way to the hold for healing and more

(End past scene)