"I'm willing to teach you a lesson," Falis replied, her voice dropping a little with the subtle challenge. It was ridiculous, this need to drive Soma off, but as a hunter she understood where it was coming from. She'd always been in tune with the instincts of a predator as one had to think like their prey to know the best way to kill it.
Then Senna did something phenomenally stupid. How could the girl not know how dangerous it was to put herself between a pair of predators at odds over food? Or maybe it was just clear to Falis as she was one of the predators in question. She was already moving toward Senna, about to make a rather territorial claim on the shinigami, when Soma attacked.
Like a coiled spring finally set loose, the hunter surged forward. Dropping low to the ground, she passed underneath Senna's arm, coming up between prey and predator, and her right hand shot with all her considerable speed and strength for Soma's throat.
"That's mine," she growled out in an almost incomprehensible, feral sound.
She would remove Soma off of her prey. She would drive Soma back against the closet so hard the girl would realize exactly how much danger she was in.
The movement pushed the right sleeve of her shirt up, revealing the decaying flesh that had spread up from her arm to her shoulder and, for the briefest of seconds, the hunter's pupils shifted to vertical slits. Or maybe that was just a trick of the light and the emotions running high in the room.
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Then Senna did something phenomenally stupid. How could the girl not know how dangerous it was to put herself between a pair of predators at odds over food? Or maybe it was just clear to Falis as she was one of the predators in question. She was already moving toward Senna, about to make a rather territorial claim on the shinigami, when Soma attacked.
Like a coiled spring finally set loose, the hunter surged forward. Dropping low to the ground, she passed underneath Senna's arm, coming up between prey and predator, and her right hand shot with all her considerable speed and strength for Soma's throat.
"That's mine," she growled out in an almost incomprehensible, feral sound.
She would remove Soma off of her prey. She would drive Soma back against the closet so hard the girl would realize exactly how much danger she was in.
The movement pushed the right sleeve of her shirt up, revealing the decaying flesh that had spread up from her arm to her shoulder and, for the briefest of seconds, the hunter's pupils shifted to vertical slits. Or maybe that was just a trick of the light and the emotions running high in the room.