Chapter 223: White Sabres
Evanna jumped back, facing this four-legged beast properly. Garrett spun around, keeping his back aligned with Evanna’s, facing another of this creature’s kind. Arawn and Fiza were already fighting ahead, and it was the same for Axel and Ger. Bright blue, animalist eyes shone back at them, scattered around in the darkness revealing just how surrounded the group was.
Weapons were drawn and swiping out, and the sounds of growling, hissing and roaring echoed through the cave. Evanna watched, weapons raised, ready as she stared back at the beast standing proudly on a rock above her, its claws causing stones to drop over the edge and land by her feet. The blue lighting of Fiza’s magic hovered, slowly glowing bright and growing big, providing better sight for the elves and humans unable to see in the dark. Fiza, though remained in the dark.
Already, the fae had taken down one of the beasts. Fiza yanked out her throwing stars and the long dagger from its gut. Blood gushed out, sinking into the beast’s white, spotted fur.
Evanna inhaled deeply as she looked at what had taken Ronan so swiftly.
"Is this a.."
"Yes," Garrett replied through gritted teeth. "They are white sabres." His comment was followed by a string of curses. "Evanna... DO something."
Evanna wanted to snap back at him for putting so much pressure on her. She wasn’t the only one who had gifts. But before she could reply, the white sabre that had been stalking towards her from above, growling the whole time, stopped mere inches from her face, ignoring the blades at its neck.
It was an overly large cat, similar to what her mother had shown her in books to be snow leopards. The princess only knew what they were from her book of creatures, but it didn’t entirely reveal just how menacing or big they were. Maybe that was why it wasn’t threatened by her blades.
The white sabre on all four legs stood almost to Evanna’s shoulders. Its head is large, with two sharp teeth elongated like tusks out of its mouth. The rest of its fluffy white fur was covered in spots. They were known to hunt in harsh winter landscapes like Lyvaria. If they weren’t trying to eat them, she’d be admiring their feral beauty.