Ever Worry It Might Be Ruined

Time seemed to slow as Asla placed herself between Duchess and her attacker. Teeth were bared and razor sharp feline claws protruded from each toe. The blonde fae set her defenses, ready to give it her all, but it seemed as though it was entirely unnecessary. A massive, royal purple form flew over her head, colliding with the other man. So confident was she in Indigo's abilities that she turned her attention away from him completely.

Duchess seemed to be in shock, not moving even when Asla shook her. Okay then... round two. The fawn colored fae bit into the scruff of the purple woman and began dragging her away from the fray. The sounds of battle and death echoed behind them as Asla drug Duch to the other side of the pool; the little, glowing fish within swimming to the edge to investigate. That was as far as she could drag the other woman before her strength gave out.

Dropping the purple fae, Asla dropped as well, forelegs hanging over the edge of the pool, toe-tips dipped within. She panted harshly, galactic eyes open wide as the little fish congregated, giving gentle butts with their heads. It was hard to breathe for a moment and little stars swam before her eyes much like the fish below, but things soon started righting themselves and, by the time Noir was dead, Asla was okay once more.

Casting her gaze towards the battered fae beside her, Asla spoke low, making sure that the woman could hear her. "We need to talk."

"Aslatiel"