06-23-2014, 11:50 AM
Armande kept the blade at the ready, aimed downward at his side, as the Dreyken slammed Giovanni to a wall. A cry of pain followed and the dreyken taunted his prey.
"I've tasted your blood human. I can smell more. I'm hungry and will feed."
Armande stepped lightly away. While the creature rounded on the younger man, his gaze continuously swept the tunnel for more. Dreyken had tendencies to travel together, but they given how weak this one was, Armande continued to guess it was alone.
But letting down his guard was not in his nature.
A near silent whisk of air rushed by him. Armande spun to meet it, but he was moments too late. Slender darkness slithered by and descended upon the Dreyken. Armande danced away from the two shapes, but made no additional move to intervene when the dreyken was flung to the ground. Its attacker crouched low and defensive. Edged blades caught the light of their lamps, but it was the hissed speech that gave it away.
“You won’t feed tonight, beasssst.”
Naga. Feminine by the tone of its voice.
Armande's lip curled disgust. He inwardly hoped Giovanni would not lift his light to show its full form.
He remained peripheral. Naga were formidable foes, but they were easier to combat than the dreyken. Let them war with one another; let them weaken and tire in their beastly rage. Armande was a patient man. He would take on the victor.
"I've tasted your blood human. I can smell more. I'm hungry and will feed."
Armande stepped lightly away. While the creature rounded on the younger man, his gaze continuously swept the tunnel for more. Dreyken had tendencies to travel together, but they given how weak this one was, Armande continued to guess it was alone.
But letting down his guard was not in his nature.
A near silent whisk of air rushed by him. Armande spun to meet it, but he was moments too late. Slender darkness slithered by and descended upon the Dreyken. Armande danced away from the two shapes, but made no additional move to intervene when the dreyken was flung to the ground. Its attacker crouched low and defensive. Edged blades caught the light of their lamps, but it was the hissed speech that gave it away.
“You won’t feed tonight, beasssst.”
Naga. Feminine by the tone of its voice.
Armande's lip curled disgust. He inwardly hoped Giovanni would not lift his light to show its full form.
He remained peripheral. Naga were formidable foes, but they were easier to combat than the dreyken. Let them war with one another; let them weaken and tire in their beastly rage. Armande was a patient man. He would take on the victor.