Ellie isn't someone who really knows how to deal with magical creatures--however, she is determined. She's never stopped fighting and refuses to now. Every time she sees movement, she swings the torch towards the creatures.

This is--so much worse than anything she's lived through before.

When the two come at her, Ellie picks the one closest to the torch, actually jumping towards the hunter to try and hit it, a strange instinct driving her.

None of them catch her, and then there's chaos, and she almost sets the man who touches her on fire with her torch as she swings it towards whatever's touching her. She manages to check it down into the blade instead, and it shaves off half of the torch instead. There's still burning resin, but with less to burn, it goes weaker, flickering strangely.

With the adrenaline (terror hunted prey) it takes Ellie a heartbeat too long to understand, and then she's even more scared.

"No!" It's been a long time since Ellie's screamed like that, frayed and high pitched as she clutches the wolf closer, as if to keep it from him. Theseus--Theseus is the only living thing she has left she can't leave her alone to be torn apart. Can't.

Ellie moves like she's going to pull away, terror in her eyes, and another shadow dives in from above, swiping at the highest torch it can see.