Well what do you know. Someone actually listened! And wasrather nimble on –er...perhaps not. Slowing her pace as she caught up to the rest she doubled in half placing her palms over her knees in attempts to catch her breath. Normally the russet headed lass would have had a high stamina. However, after that run, and the hard pressed chase after the tumbling female roegadyn she was unbelievably winded. Definitely something she would need to work on if she was to stay with this lot. That was for certain. In the meantime what was important was ensuring all involved in the living game of—strike  down?—were alright.
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Shaking her head she pushed up looking to the sandy blondemaleqo'te offering him a nod. Sort of a thanks for catching the lass as well as a job well done. Her emerald hues turned to the whimpering roe-lass. "Ye alright? Quite a tumble ye took?" She on looked as the younger lass looked to her arm and held it. "On the upside...not every day a lass is caught by lad awaiting with open arms ye know." She gently teased, more to try and make light of the tumble and bumble of before.
Had she not been watching the roe-lass the dancing strangermay have noticed the darker and sleek woman in white slide in past them with an air of confidence that made the ice and snow look warm. Very few could pull that off, however, she was noticed when the tall-dark-and-broody whom she had heard referred to as Myllor address her. Her attention split from helping the shy and very injured young woman to the new comer and her brood. Apparently she was an—er..nope. Wrong again. This group just seemed to get stranger by the second. Eh. At least it would make for a good tale or two. 'Oi! Such snubby weather that one! Ah seriously say with friends that act such a wanker who needs enemies!?' She thought to herself knowing fair well that her opinion should be kept. Especially if it turned out they did know the cold and calculated lass.
Her gaze returned to the wounded only to find she was taking of herself tossing back a potion. Abaigeal sheepishly looked to her toes gently placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Terribly sorry...Ah should have been more attentive..." She furrowed her brows apologetically only to hear the most god awful sound. With hand still on the girls shoulder she froze for the briefest of moments looking wide eyed at the giant walking metal bucket with legs and arms attacking Captain Wacky McNoodle Arm who was doing a damn good job of dodging.
A blonde mop of hair charged by with what she could almost assume was a giggle of excitement as a whizzing and whirring sound of chakrams fly through the air. The very sound breaking her frozen state as she took in the rest of the scene. Reaching down into afe carefully places slits in her skirts she reached for her daggers just as the Giant hung of walking metal came straight for them. "Pull your socks up Lass! Looks like we need to get to milling!" The bare footed sword dancer pulled the roe-lass out of the way just as the arm of one that would have connected fell to the ground in a clatter. Naturally The Opo-opo girl, Hope would be the one of its doing. Abaigeal burst out into a smile.
"As Ah said before Ah like yer style Hope!" She called out to the flipping and twisting girl that seemed to make the Dullahan her own personal jungle gym. Pulling her throwing daggers free from the access the side slits of her skirts offer Abaigeal looked to the "shy girl" "Ye gunna be able to do this? " She nodded to her arm taking a stance that suggested she was about to run up and start bouncing about as Hope did granted they were no chakrams they could still do the job, regardless assistance was assistance and anything to take the things down was always..a good idea.
"Lest Ah need to stand yer side?" No insult was intended. As she learned in the circus, it was always better to group together at times.
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Shaking her head she pushed up looking to the sandy blondemaleqo'te offering him a nod. Sort of a thanks for catching the lass as well as a job well done. Her emerald hues turned to the whimpering roe-lass. "Ye alright? Quite a tumble ye took?" She on looked as the younger lass looked to her arm and held it. "On the upside...not every day a lass is caught by lad awaiting with open arms ye know." She gently teased, more to try and make light of the tumble and bumble of before.
Had she not been watching the roe-lass the dancing strangermay have noticed the darker and sleek woman in white slide in past them with an air of confidence that made the ice and snow look warm. Very few could pull that off, however, she was noticed when the tall-dark-and-broody whom she had heard referred to as Myllor address her. Her attention split from helping the shy and very injured young woman to the new comer and her brood. Apparently she was an—er..nope. Wrong again. This group just seemed to get stranger by the second. Eh. At least it would make for a good tale or two. 'Oi! Such snubby weather that one! Ah seriously say with friends that act such a wanker who needs enemies!?' She thought to herself knowing fair well that her opinion should be kept. Especially if it turned out they did know the cold and calculated lass.
Her gaze returned to the wounded only to find she was taking of herself tossing back a potion. Abaigeal sheepishly looked to her toes gently placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Terribly sorry...Ah should have been more attentive..." She furrowed her brows apologetically only to hear the most god awful sound. With hand still on the girls shoulder she froze for the briefest of moments looking wide eyed at the giant walking metal bucket with legs and arms attacking Captain Wacky McNoodle Arm who was doing a damn good job of dodging.
A blonde mop of hair charged by with what she could almost assume was a giggle of excitement as a whizzing and whirring sound of chakrams fly through the air. The very sound breaking her frozen state as she took in the rest of the scene. Reaching down into afe carefully places slits in her skirts she reached for her daggers just as the Giant hung of walking metal came straight for them. "Pull your socks up Lass! Looks like we need to get to milling!" The bare footed sword dancer pulled the roe-lass out of the way just as the arm of one that would have connected fell to the ground in a clatter. Naturally The Opo-opo girl, Hope would be the one of its doing. Abaigeal burst out into a smile.
"As Ah said before Ah like yer style Hope!" She called out to the flipping and twisting girl that seemed to make the Dullahan her own personal jungle gym. Pulling her throwing daggers free from the access the side slits of her skirts offer Abaigeal looked to the "shy girl" "Ye gunna be able to do this? " She nodded to her arm taking a stance that suggested she was about to run up and start bouncing about as Hope did granted they were no chakrams they could still do the job, regardless assistance was assistance and anything to take the things down was always..a good idea.
"Lest Ah need to stand yer side?" No insult was intended. As she learned in the circus, it was always better to group together at times.