Strength in Numbers

Well, she'd been content leaving Sitri to fend off the brutes, but plans had changed. The very first spill of the red mans blood had Dusk moving forward. Just in time, too. One of the wolves darted past Sitri and was coming right for her. Dusk could see the fury in his eyes. He was intent on killing her. Well... that wasn't going to happen.

The midnight woman sidestepped, moving back across the falls and putting distance between herself and Sitri. She kept him in view, but she needed to be sure that he was far enough away to not be accidentally injured by her. Couldn't have another Thorn incident, now could she? As the man rushed towards her, Dusk lifted her long, prehensile tail, shaking Whisper loose and prepping for a strike. The man apparently either remembered or had been told about the weapon because he tried to stay well out of range. He underestimated the Carpathians abilities.

Dusk feigned a strike with her tail, swinging it forward so that the brute jumped away. As soon as the strike seemed finished, he rushed towards her once more, thinking that he'd found her blind spot. Little did he know, Dusk was making a full circle, spinning in place thanks to the momentum of her heavy weapon and tail. The blades cut into the brutes flesh and he yelped, falling to the ground and clutching his face. When she stopped, still holding her tail aloft and ready, Dusk noted that she'd sliced right through the wolfs left eye and the corner of his mouth. Blood poured from his wounds as he thrashed about on the ground, attempting to regain his footing.

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"Dusk & Sitri"