Occasional gunshots and the clanging of weapons faintly broke the otherwise calm air surrounding Pyre as she continued to progress towards the ruins--it was a shame that none seemed to be coming from straight ahead. She shrugged off the idea of an easy meet-up with other students and instead turned her thoughts back to the forest. Besides her encounter with the Ursa, Pyre has been in the clear for a good while now, but she wasn't sure if this was to be expected, especially with all the other commotion, or if she has just been lucky since then. And so, unsure of her exact circumstances, Pyre made sure to keep her weapon at the ready.
As she ventured further into the forest, the brush became more dense, the trees more plentiful, and Pyre more uneasy--she was slowly losing both her visibility and her mobility. The rhythm of her breathing was slightly off from before, and while she remained confident in herself, she knew that confidence could only do so much for her.
Pyre froze, a sudden rustling stopping her in her tracks. She turned towards the disturbance and readied herself to swing, but as soon as she did so, her ears started darting every which way around her. 2, 3, 4, 5, a few more than even that but too many to count now. Certainly too many to fight alone. Surrounded. Before Pyre could even mouth off a swear, a Beowolf lunged at her from behind. She quickly shifted her stance for a swing on the lunging Beowolf, but with her eyes and ears trying to keep track of the others, she couldn't put all her power into it as it would leave her too vulnerable.
Pyre hit the Beowolf with enough force to let out a nice thud and knock it to the side, but with the lack of oomph, it was only enough to briefly deter the beast, not kill it. One by one, the others charged at her through the brush, but with her managing the flow of her stances, she was able to respond to each one, albeit barely. With the initial wave done, Pyre quickly decided that's all they were getting. She brought her weapon down horizontally and pointed the tip ahead of her. Activating the trigger, a bellowing flame shot out, licking at the trees and foliage around Pyre as she did a nice little 360 sweep. The pack of Beowolves recoiled from the flames, and with that, Pyre switched off her weapon and booked it towards the nearest opening of the encirclement.
With the receding of the flames, the Beowolves quickly regrouped and began pursuing Pyre who was now, thanks to the chaotic fight, without a sense of direction. She fought for every inch of separation she could, even riding her weapon in short bursts whenever the forest cleared up just enough to do so. Unfortunately, those opportunities were few and far between. All Pyre needed was a good break in the canopy so she could make an escape. Or perhaps she'd run into other students so she could stand her ground. Flight or fight, it really didn't matter at this point. But with Pyre's luck so far, she was hoping for the latter as she was itching to return the favor.