"Vetala" The girl shouted a word she should not know. Atharim!
Zef had time to take a look back before the second one slipped in behind them in the shadows. They always fought in pairs. There was no time for movement she went forward, going backwards would be deadly all just the same. With one knife she made a kill through the heart of the first. The claws of the second caught her flank and she howled in the pain as the nails ripped through her clothes.
In a whirl of motion she turned on the second pulling the knife from the first and slashing at it's friend.
Blood dripped from her side and the pain was fierce. It wasn't the first fight against a Vetala, but it was the first one she'd was without her father. She hadn't made a kill that night, and the memories rushed through her mind but she knew the heart or head would kill no matter what and the head is where she aimed. The first blow was deflected and struck her again with a claw to the flesh. Her second knife found purchase in an ear socket. The squelching of the brain as her knife pushed through made a sucking sound as she withdrew her blade and watched the creature fall to the ground.
Heart racing, and blood dripping Zef collapsed to one knee and her hands on the ground before she reached for her side and collapsed on her ass. A new found fear -- what if there was a baby? It wasn't likely at this stage and after one time. But it was a new fear... "Fuck!" It hurt.
Zef had time to take a look back before the second one slipped in behind them in the shadows. They always fought in pairs. There was no time for movement she went forward, going backwards would be deadly all just the same. With one knife she made a kill through the heart of the first. The claws of the second caught her flank and she howled in the pain as the nails ripped through her clothes.
In a whirl of motion she turned on the second pulling the knife from the first and slashing at it's friend.
Blood dripped from her side and the pain was fierce. It wasn't the first fight against a Vetala, but it was the first one she'd was without her father. She hadn't made a kill that night, and the memories rushed through her mind but she knew the heart or head would kill no matter what and the head is where she aimed. The first blow was deflected and struck her again with a claw to the flesh. Her second knife found purchase in an ear socket. The squelching of the brain as her knife pushed through made a sucking sound as she withdrew her blade and watched the creature fall to the ground.
Heart racing, and blood dripping Zef collapsed to one knee and her hands on the ground before she reached for her side and collapsed on her ass. A new found fear -- what if there was a baby? It wasn't likely at this stage and after one time. But it was a new fear... "Fuck!" It hurt.