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Nanashi heard the voice at her back, but did not bother to turn and see who was talking. She knew his scent and realized it was one of Larry's friends from the tavern. She could tell that he was badly injured, but had also grown stronger with the animal in him awakening to its full potential. She smiled, but only Gregory bore witness to it as he stood there and tried to feign heroism. In reality, he did not want to die for a prisoner but it was his duty to do so, and so there he stood like a fool.
She finally turned and winked at Plaxica, saying...
"Wait your turn..."
With that, she sprinted toward the man who had quickly raised his defences when he saw her rushing him, much like he did to her moments ago. She was so fast! He tried to step out of the way to the left, and strike downward and right from his defencive stance, hoping to slash his attacker before she could recover from her sprint. However, she again was not there, but had jumped into the air before reaching the man, who swung at open air while she was sailing above and behind him. He had put so much determination in his swing that he could not change it in mid-strike and had to follow through, but then turned to face her again, raising his sword high above his head with both hands in an attempt to chop her down. That was mistake number two. With his defences clearly out of the way, she brought in her claws, grabbed his throat and ripped it out. He knew he was dead, but his instincts to carry through his final assault was still pulsing through his nerves, telling them what to do. The sword fell upon his enemy, cutting into her left shoulder and burying itself deep. Still holding onto his sword, he fell backwards which pulled the sword from the wound of his attacker. He was dead before he hit the ground.
She screamed in surprise and pain as the dead man still carried out his decent with the sword, cutting her deep in the shoulder. He fell backwards which pulled the sword from her wound. She wanted to punish him so bad for this, but he was already dead. She put a clawed hand to her shoulder to stop the bleeding, which had already begun to slow down. By not being a weapon of silver, the wound was only temporary. She looked up at the were-owl, and snarled her painful hatred at him since she could not do it to the dead man.
"So...you're next? Let's get this over with...I have more work to do this day."
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