Clubbing baby seals

While Vanta was focused upon just dutifully following the instructions she'd been given, Kite was digging deeper. Vanta blinked at the question, considering it carefully with furrowed brows. "I'd assume so." She murmured her quiet reply, allowing her uncertainty to be heard in her tone. She too was imagining the mush that would result from a brutal series of beatings, and suddenly she wasn't sure she wanted to do this at all. But they'd already snuck out, she'd stolen Armada weapons, they'd made it here and.. the seals were right there. Maybe this was why Azure had given her all the knowledge she'd needed - so he could demoralize her further when in the end she could not go through with the baby slaughter.

Swallowing hard behind the stick she gathered her courage, leading her sister forward until she came behind one slumbering soft seal puppy. Dipping her muzzle backwards below her shoulder (the weight of the stick made over her shoulder too hard) she glanced back at her sister, watching to see her choose her own victim. Or maybe for confirmation that what they were doing wasn't as wrong as it felt. Eventually she could wait no longer and heaved her muzzle sharply to the side, lifting the weighted end with a small grunt and stumbling awkwardly to line it up with the baby seal's sleeping head. It's eyes flicked open, and she threw her head back down. The club cracking hard against the creature's skull.

"Speech"