For the first time, Sesshoumaru found himself, bizarrely, somewhat grateful that, if this place was to weaken him, it had done so to such an extent. His arm was covered in blood, it was soaking through the material of his sleeve and the front of his shirt, causing the fabric to cling to him - a good deal of the fastidious neatness he was able to maintain in battle was, after all, a result of the power he wielded, and the speed with which he was able to bring it to bear. If his nose were not so weak as it was, this might actually have been a problem.
He felt momentarily dizzy as he pulled himself away from the bird, from the reek of its flesh and its feathers and the blood soaking from its wounds. It took him a few moments to even notice that the other bird was there, moments that he spent concentrating very very fiercely on not using his sense of smell at all, or any more than he could help. And, by the time he'd staggered to his feet and forced himself back into his usual icy control, the second of the birds had the girl. It had dragged her out from the corpse of the first, which had been sandwiched between the two of them, ready to resume its attempt at killing her.
Sesshoumaru snarled in frustration, but before he could move to once again jump to attack, the girl struck. She was rising in his estimation, certainly.
The daiyoukai jumped back to dodge the tongues of flame, then finally drew the knife with blood-slick fingers. It was not weighted nor designed for this purpose, but was still probably better than his hand, at least in this case, with fire licking across the decaying feathers of the thing and melting the snow.
He lept forward again, to stab, to drag the serrated edge through the creature's neck or chest or wings, anywhere that was easiest to strike, wherever he could inflict the most harm.
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He felt momentarily dizzy as he pulled himself away from the bird, from the reek of its flesh and its feathers and the blood soaking from its wounds. It took him a few moments to even notice that the other bird was there, moments that he spent concentrating very very fiercely on not using his sense of smell at all, or any more than he could help. And, by the time he'd staggered to his feet and forced himself back into his usual icy control, the second of the birds had the girl. It had dragged her out from the corpse of the first, which had been sandwiched between the two of them, ready to resume its attempt at killing her.
Sesshoumaru snarled in frustration, but before he could move to once again jump to attack, the girl struck. She was rising in his estimation, certainly.
The daiyoukai jumped back to dodge the tongues of flame, then finally drew the knife with blood-slick fingers. It was not weighted nor designed for this purpose, but was still probably better than his hand, at least in this case, with fire licking across the decaying feathers of the thing and melting the snow.
He lept forward again, to stab, to drag the serrated edge through the creature's neck or chest or wings, anywhere that was easiest to strike, wherever he could inflict the most harm.