11-29-2014, 04:51 PM
Frowning slightly, she glanced over at the man and shook her head. Akantha had no idea why he continued to call her Xena. His reference was lost to her. His laughter, however, was not. Annoyed, she looked back at the bodies and tried to clean her blades on the corpse closest to her before reuniting the blades into the baton.
“No. Thiss…”
She kicked the leg of one of the things with obvious disgust, “iss new.”
Begrudgingly, she recognized that giving him her thanks was in order. “Thankss, by the way.”
Used to fighting multiple creatures at once wasn’t new to her, but there was a distinct feeling about the ones the two had just dispatched that made them different.
Walking from body to the next, she studied them all. Over all, there were similarities, and though they were all grotesque, a couple of them looked more human and less… whatever they were. Next to the one which head she had taken, covered in the blood was an item that made her do a double take.
A low feral hiss made its way out before Akantha had any thought of stopping it. Kneeling, she reached out to lift leather cord tied to an Oni tooth. As she stood, the Naga’s fist tightened around the cord. The last time she’d seen it, the necklace had been around Sato’s neck. Hopes of finding her friend died that moment.
Her body shook with rage. Blind to her anger and despair, she reached down to the headless body. Grasping it with both hands, Akantha heaved and lifted it to fling it, along with the necklace, as far away across the room as she could. Her scream of outrage echoed in the room around them. She stood there, breathing heavily, chest and shoulders rising and falling along with her breath.
The thing was dead. What more could she do? Akantha had no real experience with grief. Anger was the first thing she usually felt. Now was no exception. So what could she really do?
“These creaturess are responssible for more than one murder.”
“No. Thiss…”
She kicked the leg of one of the things with obvious disgust, “iss new.”
Begrudgingly, she recognized that giving him her thanks was in order. “Thankss, by the way.”
Used to fighting multiple creatures at once wasn’t new to her, but there was a distinct feeling about the ones the two had just dispatched that made them different.
Walking from body to the next, she studied them all. Over all, there were similarities, and though they were all grotesque, a couple of them looked more human and less… whatever they were. Next to the one which head she had taken, covered in the blood was an item that made her do a double take.
A low feral hiss made its way out before Akantha had any thought of stopping it. Kneeling, she reached out to lift leather cord tied to an Oni tooth. As she stood, the Naga’s fist tightened around the cord. The last time she’d seen it, the necklace had been around Sato’s neck. Hopes of finding her friend died that moment.
Her body shook with rage. Blind to her anger and despair, she reached down to the headless body. Grasping it with both hands, Akantha heaved and lifted it to fling it, along with the necklace, as far away across the room as she could. Her scream of outrage echoed in the room around them. She stood there, breathing heavily, chest and shoulders rising and falling along with her breath.
The thing was dead. What more could she do? Akantha had no real experience with grief. Anger was the first thing she usually felt. Now was no exception. So what could she really do?
“These creaturess are responssible for more than one murder.”