("No!")
A silhouette of a figure leaping to just above the Ixal's head from a position behind the beast-man would have been the sight Andre beheld if he had not closed his eyes at the last moment. Kiht Jakkya felt as if time had slowed down as she sailed onto the Ixal's back. All the momentum of her roughly 110 ponz body suddenly slammed into the Ixal; knocking him away from his position above Andre.
Clasping her thighs on his torso, and wrapping her left arm around his head; she pulled back with all her strength to expose his long neck. As if part of a singular motion, her right hand brought her hunting knife around and thrust it into his neck. She grit her teeth, and let out a furious growl as she buried the blade deep into the thrashing Ixal's flesh. She then pushed the hilt like a lever to slice his neck wide open. No hesitation, and no holding back.
The Ixal did not stand for long after that. He fell down on his chest with the full force caused by his literally dead weight. Kiht ruthlessly yanked the knife from the Ixal's neck, and stared down at his corpse for a long moment.
She turned her gaze to Andre. She was panting heavily after having ran quite a ways over rough terrain. She regarded him as she held her knife down at her side. The blade was coated in Ixal blood.
"Are you dying?" She asked in an apathetic tone. It might have been a silly question, but she figured if he could answer it, they could get right to the point of what she would have to do next. She sheathed her knife on her belt then surveyed the area in the direction Clover ran.
Because of the angle in which Kiht arrived on the scene, she had not surveyed the road where the caravan was, nor did she witness the army of Ixal. To her, this looked like a pair of Hyur lovers out on a frolic in the forest who got tracked by a couple of Ixal scouts. It did not leave a good first impression on her, but she showed no indication of her feelings in that regard.
A silhouette of a figure leaping to just above the Ixal's head from a position behind the beast-man would have been the sight Andre beheld if he had not closed his eyes at the last moment. Kiht Jakkya felt as if time had slowed down as she sailed onto the Ixal's back. All the momentum of her roughly 110 ponz body suddenly slammed into the Ixal; knocking him away from his position above Andre.
Clasping her thighs on his torso, and wrapping her left arm around his head; she pulled back with all her strength to expose his long neck. As if part of a singular motion, her right hand brought her hunting knife around and thrust it into his neck. She grit her teeth, and let out a furious growl as she buried the blade deep into the thrashing Ixal's flesh. She then pushed the hilt like a lever to slice his neck wide open. No hesitation, and no holding back.
The Ixal did not stand for long after that. He fell down on his chest with the full force caused by his literally dead weight. Kiht ruthlessly yanked the knife from the Ixal's neck, and stared down at his corpse for a long moment.
She turned her gaze to Andre. She was panting heavily after having ran quite a ways over rough terrain. She regarded him as she held her knife down at her side. The blade was coated in Ixal blood.
"Are you dying?" She asked in an apathetic tone. It might have been a silly question, but she figured if he could answer it, they could get right to the point of what she would have to do next. She sheathed her knife on her belt then surveyed the area in the direction Clover ran.
Because of the angle in which Kiht arrived on the scene, she had not surveyed the road where the caravan was, nor did she witness the army of Ixal. To her, this looked like a pair of Hyur lovers out on a frolic in the forest who got tracked by a couple of Ixal scouts. It did not leave a good first impression on her, but she showed no indication of her feelings in that regard.
