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There wasn't a minute to hesitate.
She judged the current grounds abandoned, at the neighbouring animals'mercy, trails of unsettled wagons filling the space. Unknown paintings drawn on their backs. The silence was dull and penetrating. The breeze cold but refreshing.
Pink feathers danced along the air, as a female with impecable features passed by, in a tantalizingly slow pace, eyes recording every piece of information she would be presented with.
And then, a click.
A furious symphony played, the familiar sound of metals clashing freezing the spectators, wouldn't they be fools to intervene and wave bye to their lives.
Attentive hues followed them as a considerably mild crowdied street watched with mouths agape. A concerning expression filling her facade, unapproving.
Stormriders? What are they doing, having a fight in the middle of the citizens?!
Then, the unthinkable [ almost ] happened as one of the challengers dashed, direction darting against a defenseless ravenette, eyes widened in shock, obviously not expectful of such turnout.
Teeth clenched. Simca was not one talented for fighting and she despised violence above everything. A matter of seconds, as she took the girl away from the prey, ATs rolling , hands and arms swiftly grasping her in a hurried manner, to a safer spot.
They're gone now...
[ BASTARDS! ]
" Are you alright? "