❝Ah, number seven. Glad to see how much you've grown, I'm sorry I could not have been more gentle.❞
How this woman was able to slip in like greased lightning, while parrying both blows from the samurai and the ten-legged polar bear ( with raw strength, alone ) was a question to be answered later. And possibly, a sight to behold and process when she proceeded to toss and flip the creature onto its side, as though she were chucking hay bales all her life. The qupqugiaq was incapacitated with a single punch, knuckles sharply connecting just behind its ear. As quickly as it reared up and charged at the man, it fell to the forest floor in a heap with a whine.
Now, she has her forehead pressed against the barely conscious, whimpering beast's temple. From there, the other can see a bright purple tag fluttering against the outer rim of its ear. She strokes its pale-furred flank, before lifting her head to meet the eyes of the man that reeked of temporal magic. He is just as scared as the creature laying before her, and thus, she keeps her tone hushed.
❝Please, stand down. He's only a baby.❞
@bushido-jack









