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Veshli's features slashed into a mirthless grin, eyes flaring like cinders. After the flash of light and engulfing flames from above, Zathria rushed the room, quick as a fleeting shadow; all while Veshli's blood boiled with battlelust.
This she could work with. Enough of this skulking business. She was a warrior; first and foremost. Better to have the battle over with than agonise endlessly over its potential eruption. Her instincts took over the reins of her body, blessedly pushing aside her overworking mind.
She climbed the stairs, spotting the drow's bloody work. They had entered a low-ceilinged, broad cellar of a kennel, filled with shoddy and large iron cages. One of which they found themselves in.
A crossbow raised in Zathria's direction from the other side of the bars. Veshli growled and flung her glaive. It speared through crossbow and arbalist both, crumbling in a cry of agony.
The air shifted behind Veshli. She barely managed to turn and guard her neck, before a vicious dog with blood-red eyes and patchy fur clamped its frothing jaws over her blocking underarm.
"Shite," Veshli managed to hiss through gritted teeth, before her back crashed against the rattling bars. Flakes of rust drizzled over them. The dog hung from her arm, tearing flesh; claws swiping for the rest of her. Teeth ground into skin, only kept at bay by her shoddy leather bracers.
Veshli kicked the dog back in turn, boot planted against its ribcage, matching its toothy snarl, and extending a hand above her. A molten constellation, shaped like a dagger, took form before her palm . . .
Zathria At'Arel
