Strength in Numbers

Sitri spun to face the second of the ambush leader's backup just as he was getting back to his paws, rolling the ache out of the shoulder he had slammed into. He wasn't about to give this guy time to recover though and charged forward to launch another attack, ignoring the pain in his foreleg long enough to take out this threat. He dodged to the side to avoid the other male's lunging attack and in one more rebounding leap he got himself into close quarters with the wolf with a hard stab of his dagger into the brute's side right behind his shoulder. He felt the blade scrape against the man's ribs on the way into the flesh there and as he yanked the blade up and out to widen the gash he knew he had punctured into the wolf's lung. That was more than enough to make their attacker stagger back as Sitri drew out his blade and shoved him away again. He probably would have finished the wolf off, but he knew he wouldn't last long regardless and he was far more concerned about getting to Dusk and the last attacker.

When he turned around toward where Dusk was fending off her attacker, Sitri was met with the sight of the brute's eye and parts of his face sliced open, the man clutching his face and falling to the ground. He had seen Whisper's handiwork before, but every time he was impressed and slightly frightened by just how sharp those blades in Dusk's tail were. By now Sitri had put together the context clues to understand that this man had been one of the ones to attack Dusk in the woods the day he found her in the tree burrow and now he had come with backup expecting to finish the job. Clearly his plan hadn't gone the way he had hoped. Sitri was half tempted to just leave him to suffer, but at the same time he didn't want this brute to try anything like this again so it was best to cut this off at the source. Before he could attempt to get back on his feet, Sitri walked over to him and waited a moment for an opening among the brute's thrashing to drive his dagger through the male's chest and into his heart, holding the blade there until he finally stopped moving.

Pulling the blade free, Sitri stepped back and turned to Dusk, setting the dagger on the grass for a moment since he didn't want to put it back in its scabbard covered in blood. "Are you okay?" was his immediate concern as he moved toward her, looking across her body to make sure there was no blood or wounds to be found. Luckily it seemed like the only blood on her was the blood of the now dead attacker on her tail so he was able to breathe a small sigh of relief. Considering there was three would be assassins and the worst either of them faired was a bite around his elbow he felt like that was more than a success.

WC: 521
Total: 1859 / 1500

"Dusk & Sitri"