[Flashback]Pleasing Navre ( Siiri )

[Siiri]

Siiri was already inside the hunter's defense, such that the man could not bring his weapon horizontally before him to block her attack or evn just push her away. Like what she did, the human dropped his weapon and brought his hands up to deflect her short ranged daggers. But she was too close already, knowing full well that the man had miscalculated earlier and it would be fatal for him.

The left dagger's momentum was redirected by the man's forearm slapping against her wrist but he was too slow to fully block the other. Siiri would have wanted her blade to sink in the man's vulnerable neck but its serrated edge ripped through the flesh of his throat instead. Blood sprayed, momentarily blinding Siiri and halting her pressure against the man. He was able to push her off and she rode the force of it, rolling away to stay out of his range should he pick up his spear again.

She need not have worried however, for as she wiped her eyes clean, she saw the man backing away, his once cocky expression now replaced with a look of worry, even terror. He clutched at his throat and, from the way his lifeblood seeped between his fingers, Siiri knew the flesh wound she had inflicted was deep. She grinned at him, her smile mirthless and predatory. The man had about half a bell to live, maybe even less. They both knew it.

Siiri stalked him now, taking one step forward for every backward one the man took. She paused long enough to pick up the man's spear.

"How does it feel to have a weapon cut into your flesh?" she asked him, speaking in Common so that he would understand her words. When the man did not answer, Siiri growled and violently thrust the spear in his gut, its point exploding out of his back. She pushed it forward until the crosspiece finally prevented her from doing so. Reaching over, she grabbed him by the lapel of his shirt and whispered coldly in his ear, "The cut on your throat is for Navre. This one is for the cat you just stabbed. Enjoy your death, deyhan"

Siiri turned away from the man then, who was on his knees now, weakened by the loss of blood, and surveyed the scene. The other Myrian seemed to have his end well in hand, but she worried about the wounded feline. Leaving the man to his agonziing fate, she rushed over to the cat, only pausing long enough to retrieve her weapons.

OOCSubmitting this for grading since Kh'ryll seems to be gone.

[Cayenne]

When Siiri turned back for the wounded cat, she found it was no longer there. It seemed to have vanished - maybe it had run off, but she couldn't see any sort of trail to which it had done so, leaving her alone with the bodies of the transgressors, hers for the picking... until the rest of the Fang got there, at least. But sitting in a pool of blood were two of the large cat's canine teeth... quite possibly a thank you, from the wounded cat, if she had ever seen one.

Seeing as Kh'ryll's disappeared, thank you for finishing this thread off! Always a pleasure to read. I hereby award Siiri the following: Land Navigation: 1 XP Tracking: 2 XP Hunting: 1 XP Weaponry – Greatsword: 4 XP Weaponry – Throwing Knives: 1 XP Weaponry – Dagger: 2 XP Lore: Picking Up Tracks from Damaged Plants Lore: Countering Spears with Slayer Lore: Isometrics in Combat Other: Two large, white feline canine fangs, each 2” long.