As she dispatches the second, the strange man takes on the last. He's methodical, practiced. Massive, enough to make Jael nervous. No, if he wanted to hurt her, he would have done it. A knife fight between anxiety and reason, what else is new? Shoulders heaving, trying her best to conceal the trembling in her tired muscles, Jael is finally free of them. Why did it have to be birds? A toss of her head, a rivulet of blood slipping down her brow-- of course. Right. Birds, talons, all that.
"Thank you." Jael finally speaks, taking stock of the situation. "Rabbit in the trap is yours, for your trouble." There were plenty more, and Jael was more than happy to re-bait that one and keep moving.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
