[ As her snare holds the beast, Louis steps forward, catching the attack of its spiked tail in palm of one hand. His heels dig into the ground as he pulls on the appendage, hard, and the beast falls with a sickening crack of its hind legs.
And now for the kill.
Rushing forward, he draws out another dagger, wasting no time aiming for its neck to finish what his first blade started. It’s over with a spectacular, filthy spray of maroon across the corridor. It smells as horrid as its screams, wholly unappetizing.
Louis stands up, taking both daggers back as he looks down upon the beast. Bipedal, an equine-like head, but with mammalian, webbed wings and a tail. He has no idea what sort of fae it is, but it’s clearly no friend.
He flicks the daggers to the side, ridding them of blood, and pockets them both back into his belt. ] Its corpse might attract others. Let’s go.
no subject
And now for the kill.
Rushing forward, he draws out another dagger, wasting no time aiming for its neck to finish what his first blade started. It’s over with a spectacular, filthy spray of maroon across the corridor. It smells as horrid as its screams, wholly unappetizing.
Louis stands up, taking both daggers back as he looks down upon the beast. Bipedal, an equine-like head, but with mammalian, webbed wings and a tail. He has no idea what sort of fae it is, but it’s clearly no friend.
He flicks the daggers to the side, ridding them of blood, and pockets them both back into his belt. ] Its corpse might attract others. Let’s go.