[M] - Neither an angel nor a demon

[Neela Garcia]

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Italicised text is Kaer. Feel free to PP her, just let me do her death.

Kaer’s eyes locked onto Neela, what remained of her mouth twisting into an evil looking smile. Kaer barely spared Tony and his sword a glance as she started walking slowly towards the two, casually pulling a thin, curved short sword from a holster on the small of her back, holding the weapon casually as she walked towards them.

For a moment Neela felt as though she was frozen but when Kaer drew her sword suddenly everything snapped back into focus. With a snarl she stepped forwards, putting herself slightly ahead of Tony, and drew her knives, the rasping sound of the blades leaving their sheathes the only sound in the clearing. The tense silence that followed was abruptly broken by a hoarse chuckle as Kaer spoke, ”Neela. Been a while.” Kaer’s voice was harsh and it set Neela’s fur on edge, like claws being run down a chalk board. She responded with a growl, lips pulled far enough back to expose her gums and her voice barely above an animal snarl, ”Mother…” For a moment Neela and Kaer mirrored each other in everything but face, both still as a statue with muscled taunt and ready to leap. Suddenly, without warning, both of them shot forwards.

Neela immediately regretted this when she bounced back like a freight train had just smashd into her. Neela and Kaer looked to be of similar builds but in actuality Kaer was pure muscle while much of Neela’s “bulk” was her fur, Kaer was significantly stronger and heavier than Neela. Neela hit the ground rolling, coming up quickly. She tried to keep track of Tony but lost sight of him when she had to drop to the floor again to avoid a swipe of Kaer’s sword sent her way, followed by a quick kick that caught Neela in her injured ribs. While Neela was on the ground Kaer spun and darted towards Tony, sword snapping out for a quick slash towards his head.

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