So when I see one of the creatures jump into the air, I launch one of my daggers, hitting it in the temple, and the magic within the dagger ensures that it dies.
The guy looks over at me with surprise and suspicion, still fighting for his life, he nods in thanks and then refocuses on the fight.
Well, now I know that he’s not going to mistake me for an attacker. I throw myself into the fight, catching another look of surprise as my dagger slices the throat of one of the backward-kneed walking things, splattering me with ichor and making me grin. The dark part of me stirs and revels in the pain I’m causing.
It's not normal to love the fight as much as I do.
Using my magic and my remaining dagger, I slice through the creatures. Fighting surprisingly well alongside the unknown supernatural. I’m even more surprised when he takes out a creature that was coming up to attack me from behind.
I nod in thanks, and he narrows his eyes slightly.
He’s a little bit prickly this one, although to be fair, in this situation, I think I would be too.
It doesn’t take very long between us until all of the creatures are laid scattered around us in pieces.
I twirl my dagger and grin, “That was fun.”
The guy lets out a surprised laugh and then looks utterly shocked that he’s laughed in the first place.
When he speaks, his voice is harsh, rough, like it hasn’t been used for decades, and there’s a distinct Irish lilt to it.
Fucking coincidences, I don’t believe in the word anymore.
“Who do I have to thank for helping me out?”
I grin, “Ransom, and you are?”
Confusion flashes in his eyes briefly before he replies, “Ah, now isn’t that an interesting question?”
His head tilts, his tail swishing behind him as he listens to something that I can’t hear yet. Only a few moments pass before I hear the sound of a horn blaring.
“What the hell is that?” I ask.
His dark purple eyes meet mine, turning burnt amber as he answers, “The Hunt. You should go.”
“Fuck that,” I grin. “That was barely a warm-up anyway. I’ve got your back.”
“Why?” he asks, studying me unnervingly.
I shrug, “I don’t know.”
The sound of the horn gets louder and is now interspersed with shouts in a language that I don’t understand, and the growls of big animals.
“Last chance,” his harsh voice mutters as he stares in the direction I’m assuming that they’re coming from.
“I’m good,” I reply, my smile sharp.
I fucking love this sort of thing.
Raiden wasn’t wrong when he told Kar that some of us had to join SID to assuage our violent tendencies.
Very few people realize that it was mostly because of me.
A group of ten supernaturals crests the hill, all of them riding creatures that I suppose would be the equivalent of the Earth Realms horses, but they look nothing alike. These are giant beasts with sharp claws, cavernous eyes, and though vaguely shaped like a horse, that’s the only similarity.
The supernaturals sat atop them are as equally unfamiliar to me. The most familiar thing about them is the fact that they’re carrying swords.
Their skin is dark green, their hair varying shades of the same color. Their limbs look as if they have been stretched out, and their faces are stretched into snouts, snarls revealing sharp teeth and black gums, while four eyes watch us with malice.
