[ a shock jolts up orin's arms and it hurts, but even as the muscles and tendons in her arms and fingers spasm into releasing gale's wrists, orin just cackles. light and airy, brightly amused as she tosses her head back in laughter. she's not ready to let him get away just yet though, so she quickly moves in closer to combat any attempts he might make to back up. ]

Has he figured it out yet? Not quite, not quite, a little closer! Tell me Gale, are you scared of your darling companion?

[ the act is gone now, so she might as well drop the look. her head snaps at a sickening angle, the crunch of bones audible as shadowheart's face twists with pain and desperation, one final parting gift to gale before she yanks her head back upright and her form shifts. white cloudy eyes blink back at him, teeth bared and grinning as orin in all the glory of her original form greets the wizard for the first time. 

she has no blades here, nothing but the sharp splintered antlers that she'd fashioned as soon as she walked into the woods, but orin probably doesn't need to kill gale just now anyway. maybe she'll maim him a little, as a treat to herself. it's not clear where her makeshift weapon came from exactly, only that she's lightning quick as she lashes out at him. she's aiming for a nice gutshot, shallow and messy, enough to make him scream. ]