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Goldie felt her heart race at those words, it was as if the cold hand of death had rested on her, chilling her to her core. Then she saw them. They stood as tall as a fully grown male, with skin darker than the most lonely night. Their skin clung to the bone underneath, sickly and skinny, but the worst thing was the razor sharp, rows of teeth that gleamed all too bright for the mouths they sat it.
If Goldie had to guess the number she'd probably guess that she was looking at around fifteen maybe twenty, and they were approaching fast. “ Do not panic, my friend. We can do this, they're only scouts.” Opal's calm, cool voice broke the string of terror induced blurbs that had flowed unconsciously out of her mouth. She turned her head slightly, to look at her new companion, who, had retrieved her long staff, taping it lightly against the ground, no better time to test a weapon they say. As the siblings retrieved their own weapons, they couldn't help but think that the