No, it’s not what she thinks it was. Somewhere to her right, there’s a snarl and a cry of fear - a human cry - and Wessex doesn’t take the time to think before she starts to leap through the jungle towards the sound of the fight. “Hold on!” she calls out, feet flying over logs and wrecking ball-ing her way through bushes, thorns, and anything else that may stand in her way. What does she care? She can't feel it.
Except that in her haste, she just passes them, going too far to attack the big - cat? - from behind. And is it - metal? It sure shines like it. Catching herself on one leg, Wessex jerks back towards the woman and settles in beside her, raising her talons in defensive fighting stance. Before the creature can launch another attack at them, Wessex tries to strike first by activating her lasers and directing them towards the predator’s eyes. Even if she doesn’t get to disorient it, the heat on top of the woman’s knife wound should hurt like hell.
Except that in her haste, she just passes them, going too far to attack the big - cat? - from behind. And is it - metal? It sure shines like it. Catching herself on one leg, Wessex jerks back towards the woman and settles in beside her, raising her talons in defensive fighting stance. Before the creature can launch another attack at them, Wessex tries to strike first by activating her lasers and directing them towards the predator’s eyes. Even if she doesn’t get to disorient it, the heat on top of the woman’s knife wound should hurt like hell.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
