One of them — the smaller, by the Templar tower where she normally sleeps. She passes through it slowly, pausing now and again to look closer at this plant or another under the moonslight. Perhaps she's off her game; or perhaps he's that good — regardless, he does surprise her when he appears.
She doesn't shriek, though her heart hammers.
She does, however, clench her hands into fists, pulling the air from this interloper's lungs. Not enough to kill, but certainly enough to drop your average human.
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One of them — the smaller, by the Templar tower where she normally sleeps. She passes through it slowly, pausing now and again to look closer at this plant or another under the moonslight. Perhaps she's off her game; or perhaps he's that good — regardless, he does surprise her when he appears.
She doesn't shriek, though her heart hammers.
She does, however, clench her hands into fists, pulling the air from this interloper's lungs. Not enough to kill, but certainly enough to drop your average human.