[ The Knight follows obediently. Darja seems to know what she's doing, so they'll trust her.
They back up a little when they see the monsters, but this seems to be because they're trying to get a better look at all of them at once. Thoughts jumble in their head and then converge, quite suddenly, in keen-edged clarity.
They dart forward, cloak fluttering. One of the cactuses is too slow to stop the sudden advance, and meets the business end of the little bug's nail. It thrashes a little as it's punctured repeatedly, and then stills. The others approach slowly, since slowly seems to be their general method of approaching potential prey, and are dealt with one at a time.
Soon enough, there are no monsters left. The Knight shakes off their weapon, and raises a little hand (nub? there don't seem to be fingers); it seems that they're telling Darja it's safe to approach. ]
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They back up a little when they see the monsters, but this seems to be because they're trying to get a better look at all of them at once. Thoughts jumble in their head and then converge, quite suddenly, in keen-edged clarity.
They dart forward, cloak fluttering. One of the cactuses is too slow to stop the sudden advance, and meets the business end of the little bug's nail. It thrashes a little as it's punctured repeatedly, and then stills. The others approach slowly, since slowly seems to be their general method of approaching potential prey, and are dealt with one at a time.
Soon enough, there are no monsters left. The Knight shakes off their weapon, and raises a little hand (nub? there don't seem to be fingers); it seems that they're telling Darja it's safe to approach. ]