Clubbing baby seals

Kite was a great deal more bloodthirsty then her sister, and practical about it too. She grabbed the stick and almost toppled over at the unexpected weight at the other end. She practised with it for a moment, trying to get a feel for it. “I guess you need one good hard hit, right?” she clarified with her sister. Otherwise she’d end up punting them into a mush. She didn’t think that would go over well with Vanta.

‘Okay, okay” Kite agreed, giving up on practising with the stick and following after her sister again. She was curious to know where Vanta was getting all her info from. Was she getting lessons that Kite wasn’t?


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