A girl met the devil
Avica ambushed them. Her feathers descended from the flora above and disintegrated into blinding fog. The Noxians tried to form a defensive ring, those who weren’t fast enough to join had perished quickly. Sounds of severed flesh accompanied death cries. Five remained of the patrol when the smoke cleared up, they stood in shock at the clean cut bodies of their comrades. Their heavy armor protected like butter against a hot knife it seemed.
A lhotlan girl stood before them. “Come.” She said. The Noxians did so in unison, charging. She threw a feather at them, it dug into one’s armor and exploded, breaking their formation. She lunged, the Ragedrinker trusted into a man before beheading the other. Before her, the last two got up and cried out with fury. They slashed, she moved. Dodged again, then cut the man’s sword in half and threw a feather clean through him, his chest imploded and he dropped dead. The other, now last, bashed with off-hand. She hit the ground. As he swung down, she rolled sideways, her crimson blade cut through the man’s armor, severing his forearms. He screamed before he was ended.
At her bloodshed, she stared then. Hasty breaths slowing into deep ones. Most would clean their blades now. The Ragedrinkers needed not that treatment, hers, as all others, drank in the victims’ blood. Avica calmed herself from the fray, and sheathed her blade. Her eyes closed. Breath still shaking a bit. Then, a spark of awareness. Blade slightly drawn. She though she heard something.
Starter for @shadowofdarkin
