“Stop fidgeting, my love. You’ve left a mess...” It wasn’t in Kyra’s preogative to compliment a soldier for being efficient. It was a soldier’s duty to be efficient, anything less oft required death. USUALLY, it wasn’t in Kyra’s prerogative to lead CLONES on excursions beyond enemy borders... but her Master believed that she needed a sword. An~ arm, a specialized branch of militaristic interests to accompany her when ‘stealth’ seemed frivolous.
Lifting the bloodied fingers to her lips, she expresionlessly savored the taste of mortal ichor all while surveying this thing before her.
“A drawback to not wearing a helmet, I’d assume...” Sucked clean. About face, weapon raised. “Prepare to move.”
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