Then there was confusion, and shouts. Someone had attacked her mid-speech? Here, of all places? All the rage he'd that had been calmed by the peaceful gathering and thoughtful words suddenly welled up within him. He immediately launched himself after the attacker, able to keep an eye on his location because shifters are taller than all of the many elves in the crowd.
Led races through the crowd, quickly realizing that moving through hundreds of people is actually no different than moving through hundreds of closely packed trees. Once you get the nack of it, you don't even need to slow down. Luckily, this elf hadn't figured that out, and was having to push and shove his way through the crowd. Ah, and there he encountered Kali, hiding in wait. She's scored a hit, as well. With that, he runs up behind the fleeing elf and pounces, claws extending and hands swinging down as he makes his final jump.
At first the claws catch the man on the shoulder blades and begin to cut in. As Led's additional speed brings him closer, the claws dig deeper into the man's body, sliding between some of the ribs and pulling them apart. Soon, the man is falling foward and Led is falling atop of him, claws continuing to cut as they go. Led is forced to relax his elbows to avoid breaking his arms on the ground.
He pushes off from the assassin's back and stands, belatedly realizing that he was touching the ground through the torso, and sees that he's actually ripped the bottom couple ribs from the corpse's torso as well as taken quite a bit of his intestines with them.
He looks around and realizes he's covered in this man's blood, and looks a little sheepish.
As he glances around at the surprised faces of the elves in the crowd, some wiping blood from their clothing, Laurel's words start to sink in.
Led's eyes widen in panic, his jaw drops. He makes a noise, not even a scream, just a grunt of primal fear. He looks down at his hands, covered in blood, unsure if there was aught else he might have touched in his haste. He starts to look around quickly, trying to remember where his horse is, and backing away from the body at the same time.Laurel wrote:"This bag contains the deadly fungus!"
He spots the tall tree he thinks... hopes... is near where they tied their mounts. And he races that direction. This time, moving through the crowd is instinctive, which is good because the fear has already sunk in.
