The sound was... distinctive. Garnet stood. Listened, counted by distinct noises. Four? Five? Difficult to number. But she could guess where they would be by that alone. Her polearm would have been a good lure, but she still wanted to keep it.

There was no way her axe would've fit in here.

The thought came quickly: Amethyst would've loved this. She could almost see Amethyst folding into her rolling attack, bouncing off each beast, binding them with her whip. Maybe she would have to see to it that she got the chance.

But as it was, she waited. Waited until the beasts sounded too close to run away easily. And then both of her gems began to glow. Low at first. Low enough to not quite be seen. But brightening second by second.