It's nightime around the Biggerstaff house, all the lights are on and several loud songs compete for attention around the house.
A large silver cat slips out of a window on the top floor, she drops 50 feet or so and lands silently on her paws in the bushes, her dark stripes concealing her perfectly. Her ears flick back and she runs to the nearest tree, leaping up the trunk and hiding in the branches. When she slips out of the tree she's wearing black panels of metal on her legs and generic armour on the rest of her body. Deerhorn knives are strapped to her sides and two katanas are crossed across her back. She sprints across the street and stops at the riverbank, her nose lifted. A quick sniff tells her that her target is near, almost within range, if she had her shurikens.
She sighed and dove into the water. Yuck.
About a hundred metres later she surfaces and looks towards the shore. Sliding out of the water, she draws her katana, water dripping off the blade. She slinks up the bank and climbs up the nearest tree. In the darkness, she is virtually invisible, but her green eyes glow from the leaves. Watching the person below the tree carefully, she balances on a branch and shifts her grip on the katana, her tail waving.
One quiet movement and her katana blade is dripping with something other than water. A hellhound lies dead on the ground, the shocked witch staring at it in shock.
Ari is already in the river, swimming back to the house.
A large silver cat slips out of a window on the top floor, she drops 50 feet or so and lands silently on her paws in the bushes, her dark stripes concealing her perfectly. Her ears flick back and she runs to the nearest tree, leaping up the trunk and hiding in the branches. When she slips out of the tree she's wearing black panels of metal on her legs and generic armour on the rest of her body. Deerhorn knives are strapped to her sides and two katanas are crossed across her back. She sprints across the street and stops at the riverbank, her nose lifted. A quick sniff tells her that her target is near, almost within range, if she had her shurikens.
She sighed and dove into the water. Yuck.
About a hundred metres later she surfaces and looks towards the shore. Sliding out of the water, she draws her katana, water dripping off the blade. She slinks up the bank and climbs up the nearest tree. In the darkness, she is virtually invisible, but her green eyes glow from the leaves. Watching the person below the tree carefully, she balances on a branch and shifts her grip on the katana, her tail waving.
One quiet movement and her katana blade is dripping with something other than water. A hellhound lies dead on the ground, the shocked witch staring at it in shock.
Ari is already in the river, swimming back to the house.
