Re: Mos Thorntier
[Well, guess that means it's time to take as as many as she can. Her hand again finds its way to her belt- releases one of the wooden circles that hang there. This one is bound to a long piece of twine, which she wraps twice around her wrist before throwing it onto a thick branch near where the beastmen are passing.]
[When she speaks the word, this time, the branch cracks, splinters all along the surface- comes up in chunks, as though something is trying to escape it.]