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What We Do in the Shallows



Talyssa

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3 Years
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Female
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Indie

Critical Attack!Double MasterStudentSamhain 20221K
02-08-2023, 09:11 PM

Maybe the way he offered her an unsettling grin was supposed to be a scare tactic- but she wouldn't allow it to shake her. However, the roll of laughter that she knew was a device meant to make her angrier, did exactly that. He offered to show her an example of something that was a little more skillful, but truthfully she didn't think it was possible for him. He explained that he did it because he enjoyed it- something that she didn't comprehend or even begin to understand. In a moment of lull, her eyes quickly shifted to the fox carcass with a sudden flash of movement. A scavenger landed on it, threatening to steal pieces from it in the absence of the hunter. The boy noticed too and was quick to defend his kill. "No! Allow me." Talyssa answered, stomping after him. Even if he didn't care. Even if he made fun of her. She was going to force a lesson of honorable fighting etiquette on him.

Once she got close enough to inspect the extent of the damage that had been done, she shuddered. For the first time in her interaction with him, she hesitated. However, that was quickly brushed away. Her pale blue gaze hardened once more as she looked up to meet his mocking expression. "While you may have been able to brute force a smaller opponent-" The Carpathius girl started, indicating to the mound of fur, bone, and tissue on the sand. "You wouldn't have been able to do that to someone or something larger." It was wild and reckless, and lacked any kind of tactical strategy.

Talyssa analyzed the body, recalling in her mind what the series of events had been to lead to this outcome. "That first bite to its hock, should have landed on its neck- subduing it that way." She said, gesturing to what used to be the fox's throat, neck, and carotid arteries. "By breaking its leg and flipping it over like that, you opened yourself up for a counterattack." While again, wasn't that big of a deal with a smaller opponent, could have meant injury from someone his size or larger.