Bridget cast her senses out through the immediate area with the intent of merely feeling the presence of other minds. Alright, there were a few more than she had bargained for, but not enough to actually consider withdrawing. The dhampire figured that the worst case scenario would see her losing the use of a limb or two for a month or two, but that was within acceptable levels. At best, she would only have to wound a few of them before getting her point across.
One pair of eyes stepped out of the leafy cover, and another joined as Bridget drew her sword slowly but smoothly. The two, probably a pair of youngsters testing their luck, sized the humanoid up with low growls.
Darkrai wondered if she would survive the incoming onslaught. He recognized those two particular animals. They were quite young but a bit careless and attack more with instinct than with strategy.
He hated that.
Still, he thought this an opportunity to see her abilities.
It was quite easy to tell that the two weren't used to working together. They probably had only called a truce in order to bring down Darkrai, silly animals. Bridget didn't relax though since they were still rather formidable. Instead, she smiled in a way that bared her teeth. Send these two packing and it was likely that the others would find something more interesting to chase.
"Come then, let me teach you some manners," She murmured. The sound of her voice made one of the two hesitate just a little bit, which made their lunges less in synch. Bridget was able to swat them both that way with the flat of her blade, managing to catch one on the leg and the other right on the nose.
Sorry, Darkrai, but Bridget didn't intend on using anything but the flat of her sword against the creatures. They were young and already showed signs of the earlier scuffle with Darkrai, so all Bridget had to do was keep them off-balance and it was easy to read their next set of moves. It didn't take long before they were too tired and sore to maintain interest no matter how mad they were. Anger made them even more predictable.
Soon enough, the group of animals drifted off to find something without a metal stick, leaving Bridget only mildly winded.
Her range was very limited at the moment of course, and it was rather difficult to set up her usual informant webs, but since he was only a few yards away it only took a little bit of concentration. After a pause, Bridget turned and sheathed her sword with ease.
"Now, how injured are you really? There must have been some reason for those things to attack something without knowing what it is."
Sure enough, beyond the trees a little farther from him, he saw her.
Oh, great. She won the bet. That she was going to get to the jungle by herself.
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One pair of eyes stepped out of the leafy cover, and another joined as Bridget drew her sword slowly but smoothly. The two, probably a pair of youngsters testing their luck, sized the humanoid up with low growls.
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He hated that.
Still, he thought this an opportunity to see her abilities.
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"Come then, let me teach you some manners," She murmured. The sound of her voice made one of the two hesitate just a little bit, which made their lunges less in synch. Bridget was able to swat them both that way with the flat of her blade, managing to catch one on the leg and the other right on the nose.
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What was that again? Darkrai wondered in his mind. He was pretty sure humans called that a 'sword' or something...
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Soon enough, the group of animals drifted off to find something without a metal stick, leaving Bridget only mildly winded.
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Darkrai thought that she wasn't bad for someone who told him that she was not a human.
Now, will she be able to find him in the dark?
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"Now, how injured are you really? There must have been some reason for those things to attack something without knowing what it is."
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Well, there was nothing he could do now but be his usual aloof and prideful self who'd refuse help.
"I am not..." He began to say, trying to get up to prove his point, only to fail miserably as he slumped back.
He hated being weak and injured. In more ways than one.
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