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This was the best feeling there was. The few, precious seconds that seemed to bulge with the essence of time itself. Lifetimes could certainly rise and fall while waiting, though in truth no time passed at all. Pupils in scarlet seas dilated until the hut’s innards seemed to be washed in bright light. Halo felt the muscles in her face contract and tense, drawing her lips back to reveal her perfect row of pearly teeth. Few drugs could compete with this sense of existence. Always, it would be the last seconds before violence she cherished most. Though after half an eternity and much too soon, the moment ended.
She exited the strange cabin just in time to see the Hydra’s hungry teeth dig into the guardian’s heel. With the instant scent of blood in the air, the warrior woman could feel her hackles rising. How unfortunate it was that they had been spotted so soon. She wished this twist could have been dealt with differently. Hybrid’s move to cripple the man was well played, but an open mouth armed with vocal cords could summon assistance with ridiculous ease. The sharp sound of pain and alarm exploded in sensitive, coyote ears, but her arm had already started the preventative strike.
She found that she must have drawn her sword as she walked out, because it was now in her hand, following her arm’s visually gentle curve. But impact would not be gentle. However, she hadn’t stepped as close as she should have. The sword aimed to take a slash at the wolf’s throat. If not instantly killing it, it would certainly cut the wolf’s pathetic cry short. His life should belong to Hybrid anyway. All Halo wanted was a little taste of it.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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