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Lashana
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Date Posted: 10:51:33 04/30/02 Tue
She was tired, bone tired and so sore it hurt to breathe, though she did that as a matter of habit. The vampires she had destroyed before was nothing compared to one that had tasted the life's essence of a Guardian. He had been fast and strong and deadly, though not deadly enough to survive. Wyrd had waited before striking the inhanced vampire, whether it was because he didn't wish to risk causing more harm than good, or for some other reason altogether. Of course the fact that there had been seven others hadn't helped any. This one had been smart enough to have the others go after Wyrd, thinking that Wyrd would be the one who would pose the most problems. He had been right, and while Wyrd had been distracted, he had gone after her, fangs fully extended and hands curled into claws that had reached out for her, intent on ripping her apart. The bow had been useless, she hadn't known she was that close to this group of nasties until Wyrd had snarled at the path behind them. She had just enough time to swing the staff she still carried into a defensive position when the eight of them had dropped like silent shadows from the trees.
They had fought, Wyrd taking care of the other seven, while she fought a battle that she was sure she was going to lose. Smoke rose from wherever the staff struck vampiric flesh, and blood flowed when his hands connected with soft tissue. The sight of blood only seemed to spur him on, his blows coming faster until he pinned her against a tree with nowhere to maneuver to. He had wrapped his hands in his shirt and was holding the staff trying to wrench it away. He had started to lean forward, fangs glistening in the light that penetrated the branches, and that was when Wyrd struck. He had leaped and caught the vampire's throat in his jaws, pulling him down and away. Drawing one of the stakes she had been making from the makeshift quiver that rested next to the one full of arrows, she walks unsteadily forward and Wyrd, sensing she was close, moved aside for her to plunge the sharp end of the stake through the vampire's heart. The body shriveled and became dust in moments, the clothes flaking away and swirling on the breeze before being scattered to nothing. Leaning back against one of the trees, wings curled around her to block the rising wind, she spoke to Wyrd briefly.
"This is gonna be harder than I thought. But...I'm doing the right thing.......aren't I?"
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