Vesper did not relish the sight of the blood, despite there only being a thin line where she’d been cut. This woman did not deserve to be harmed (at least in her world), or at least she told herself that was what made her so uneasy. If it was the dog bitch pressed to the tree, Ves would not hesitate. Then again, she would probably throw the knives away and start biting and tearing with tooth and nail; she had no delusions about her lacking skill.
The green-eyed female laughed as dagger and claws hovered just above their target, and Vesper managed the faintest of cocky smirks before stepping back. She dug the knife into the tree and stood there for a moment, skinny arm propping herself away from the other hybrid. “That wasn’t fun,” she said, relinquishing her grip on the hilt. “Let’s never do this again.” She took a couple of steps back and ran her hand through her cropped mane, clearly finished.
“Thank you,” the Optio managed, “for showing me.” Her ears turned at a croak, and the raven flapped over to her arm as she lifted it. He was heavy; she was weak from exertion; and she soon dropped the limb to let him find his own perch.
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