A Little Practice

One could never practice their craft enough, so Dusk took every opportunity to work with Whisper. The midnight fae took some time away from The Hallows, heading towards the dormant volcano that she knew was riddled with foes. The big, nasty spiders that called the place home would be nice targets for her weapon.

The scuttling of arachnids could be heard before she even reached the rock strewn land. Fiery eyes caught glimpses of them between the boulders. This area wasn't open enough to utilize Whisper, so she passed them by, going instead to a wide field of emptiness. Well... not emptiness so much as small rocks and not big ones.

Assuming their numbers would grant them victory, spiders came out of their hidey holes and made a beeline for the antlered woman. With practiced ease, Dusk whipped her prehensile tail, the glimmering cat-o-nines cutting through the air to sever limbs, slice through thoraxes and generally just make a huge mess of the place.

"Dusk Carpathius"