The others all froze as they looked towards me, before shrugging and idly gathering the four adventurers into a bunch, with Leone reluctantly cauterizing the wound of the Lionkin and stymying the flow of blood so that he wouldn't die of blood loss... even if we all wanted to rip him limb from limb.
Or flay his skin from his flesh and show him the horrors that I was entirely capable of... and more than willing to commit; in fact, I would positively love~ to hear him scream for mercy after what he had done.
Of course, there was the teeny weeny problem that we were still in public, and that the weaker willed, average citizens were currently screaming as they tried to look away from the wounded Lionkin and burnt Bearkin, only to be incapable of doing so as their eyes were drawn to the horrific wounds they had sustained.
"QUIET!"
