What happened after that was not a fight in any meaningful sense of the word. Lin did not engage in exchanges. Did not trade blows or read the beast's technique. Lin did what Lin did when something entered a space it was occupying without appropriate awareness of what that space contained.
It was brief.
And when it was over, Lin sat back down beside Damien and resumed its vigil.
The night continued.
More things came to the clearing. Some of them came with purpose, drawn by the Stormhorn's earlier presence being gone and the territory being open in a way it had not been for a long time. Some came with curiosity, the changed quality of the clearing's essence drawing attention from creatures that operated on interest rather than hunger.
Lin did not discriminate.
