OOC here.
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Forgetting herself Neela jerked upwards in alarm as Jace growled, one hand slipping backwards to rest on the handle of one of her knives. Neela noticed Jace looking skywards and followed her gaze to the rapidly approaching figure in the sky. "That's not Grynn" Neela muttered at the same time as Jace, instantly recognising the profile as far too big for her companion, "A hawk I think." Neela expanded, a shot of worry through her. While Neela was well aware that birds could have just as varied personalities as canines many of the hawks she had seen had been rather aggressive birds; it hadn’t been uncommon when she was living down by Mexico for Grynn to turn up with scratches and bruises from scuffles with the larger birds.
One hand darted to one of the pouches on Neela's belt while the other was raised to her lips, aiding in the piercing shriek that she sent through the air towards the hawk. It was a sound of warning. Telling the hawk to turn back. Neela's call was answered with a cry of aggression and the hawk sped up, evidently having decided that the puppy was worth angering two grown canine's for, either that or it intended to try and hunt either Jace or Neela!
Arrogance. That was another common personality factor Neela remembered among hawks but even though the hawk stood little chance against two grown canine it would only take one lucky shot for the bird to seriously injure Dalgina. Neela's hand came out of the pocket clutching several throwing knives and one was quickly tossed over into Neela's free hand. Neela hand quickly whipped around, bringing the knife up and over her shoulder before launching it towards the hawk.
The bird easily saw the missile coming and dodged but the knife had server its purpose and the hawk was now on a path where Neela could easier hit it. Neela was just preparing to throw the second knife as the hawk cam in again when she suddenly relaxed, a cocky grin spreading onto her face. Neela had seen what the hawk couldn’t, a barely visible black dot hovering far above it.
There was no warning, no hunting call or shriek, just quiet and deadly efficiency. One moment the hawk was swooping down towards Dalgina, the next a angry falcon had smashed into its neck at over 200 miles an hour, faster than even Neela's practised eyes could make out. The hawk let out a strangled cry as it was sent catapulting through the air, hitting the ground with a sickening thud and bouncing a full two metres before coming to a stop.
Neela started forward to see if it was still alive but stopped short. The hawk was clearly dead, deep gouges cut into its neck and the neck itself wrenched to one side and broken by the force of the landing. Grynn stood calmly atop the larger birds neck, cleaning the blood off of her claws onto its feathers as she gazed over at the canines with a look of satisfaction.
