The woman was impossibly fast. She'd always been slippery and as Melodia watched Kink leap atop the stack of crates she cursed. "No! No' again!"
The knife came into view and she knew there was a real danger for her. Of all the time she'd encountered and pursued the wily Miqo'te she'd never once had a weapon drawn on her.
Until now.
When the bolt of cloth was kicked down upon her, she let out a scream of frustration and as she moved to dodge it as best she could, knowing she was going to take a hit, she swung her blade hard against the crate. Her voice was a near growl of rage. "Down here ye slippery lit'le bitch!"
The words were harsh but she was no longer in the mood for games with this one. The prey she'd obsessed about for moons was in her grasp and she was not letting her escape into the winds again.
The knife came into view and she knew there was a real danger for her. Of all the time she'd encountered and pursued the wily Miqo'te she'd never once had a weapon drawn on her.
Until now.
When the bolt of cloth was kicked down upon her, she let out a scream of frustration and as she moved to dodge it as best she could, knowing she was going to take a hit, she swung her blade hard against the crate. Her voice was a near growl of rage. "Down here ye slippery lit'le bitch!"
The words were harsh but she was no longer in the mood for games with this one. The prey she'd obsessed about for moons was in her grasp and she was not letting her escape into the winds again.
