Roleplay

743

January 08, 2015 15:14:30

@ShadowGuardian0 @quicksilvr

Mortem descends from the stairs with caution, trying not to slip from the wet stairs which was more a blesssing than a boon as he could tell who went where by following the trail of waters and vaguely footprint shaped muck.

However, due to his caution he would not reach them until after they fell--if they fell.

(Due to the nature of Shadow's post, and quick's position I'm going to leave it as is so that Quicksilvr can properly respond to what just happened :>)

Last edited on Jan 08, 2015 15:16:53 by InvaderCristi

@Shadowguardian0 @invaderCristi

Of all the things that Zosia had anticipated, someone actually lunging for her wasn't at the top of the list. She had seen the rifle, expected that to be her go to response but the aven had come right out of the blue and she had let loose the arrow too late. The arrow flew to where she had aimed it, but the aven was no longer there and it settled harmlessly into the couch beside the rifle and in no time at all the other aven had knocked into her.

She spread out her wings, as was the normal response to slow her backwards movement, but with them being waterlogged they just dragged her down instead, losing grip of the bow when her back hit the floor. She didn't have time to grab it as she rolled awkwardly over her wing to her right to push herself back up to her feet a little bit away from the opposition.

Her thoughts immediately went to the daggers at her hips, but she didn't want to pull her last card while they were still measuring each other up. instead, she pulled another arrow from her quiver and sidestepped left towards the bow on the ground, facing the aven to size her up and not let her get between the bow and Zosia. She looked to be some kind of hawk, with two pairs of wings. Impressive. Her height would be her advantage, and probably add to her strength but Zosia hoped her smaller stature would aid her in dodging the aven. She had no clue if this would be an easy fight, but what was the point of easy. If she had wanted easy, she wouldn't have followed the gunshot in the first place.

StoriesInTheWind

594

622

935

6408

January 08, 2015 16:10:21

@Shadowguardian0 @invaderCristi

Of all the things that Zosia had anticipated, someone actually lunging for her wasn't at the top of the list. She had seen the rifle, expected that to be her go to response but the aven had come right out of the blue and she had let loose the arrow too late. The arrow flew to where she had aimed it, but the aven was no longer there and it settled harmlessly into the couch beside the rifle and in no time at all the other aven had knocked into her.

She spread out her wings, as was the normal response to slow her backwards movement, but with them being waterlogged they just dragged her down instead, losing grip of the bow when her back hit the floor. She didn't have time to grab it as she rolled awkwardly over her wing to her right to push herself back up to her feet a little bit away from the opposition.

Her thoughts immediately went to the daggers at her hips, but she didn't want to pull her last card while they were still measuring each other up. instead, she pulled another arrow from her quiver and sidestepped left towards the bow on the ground, facing the aven to size her up and not let her get between the bow and Zosia. She looked to be some kind of hawk, with two pairs of wings. Impressive. Her height would be her advantage, and probably add to her strength but Zosia hoped her smaller stature would aid her in dodging the aven. She had no clue if this would be an easy fight, but what was the point of easy. If she had wanted easy, she wouldn't have followed the gunshot in the first place.

@invadercristi
@quicksilvr

Sariah noticed just now how wet they were, she had just gotten mostly dry and now she's going to wrestle a wet attacker? They had to have been out for a bit to get that wet, and it's probably no coincidence they barged in to interrupt her nap. She had hung out with a group of bounty hunters for a long time, a lot were ex-military and they taught her a thing or two on how to make someone talk, I guess it was time to put that into practice. They had found her fighting some people who wanted her wings, literally. Cut off for some rich person, and they saved her and took her in, most were Avens like her, and she respected them immensely. They weren't perfect people, but it's good because they fit in well with an imperfect world.

She saw the Aven draw another arrow and go for her bow and Sariah snarled. This person made her angry, all she wanted was a nap, but nooo, some dumb Aven had to stalk her and try to put an arrow into her. Her tail instantly pulled the knife from her sheath and she lunged, putting her between the girl and the bow, making slashing threats at her. Her tail could whip around pretty fast and was often a good distraction. But it was odd that a bird had such a thin, whip like tail. No specific creature came to mind, but it was 100% prehensile, and therefore useful. It was covered in a dark brown fuzz that was soft, like a mouse, but a lot thicker, more proportionate. It was about 4 and a half feet long, a pretty decent reach, but near the end it had an odd angle to it ever since it was slammed in the heavy door, probably broke and healed wrong. Oh well, it didn't cause her pain and it was still useful.

Her feet and calves were immensely strong, but mostly on the close, like an alligator's mouth, since she didn't wear shoes, her talons were readily available for combat. She'd broken necks with them before, the compression of her talons and the sharpness of them were something to reckon with, her claws went through clothing easily, even Kevlar body armor because they were designed to take bullets, a large force spread over an area, not medium force on small concentrated areas, a cop who tried to kill her had the misfortune to learn that.

She wasn't as quick as the other birds since she was more heavily built, which is why she was often followed or caught up to, so she learned to kill quickly. "Why did you follow me!?" she practically yelled into the girl's face, she was quickly working up into a frenzy and that probably wasn't the best thing, harder to think straight and more likely to make mistakes. With that ,she quickly whipped her wing toward the girl in an attack, anyone who had the misfortune of getting hit would realize birds weren't as fragile as originally thought. Geese and Swans were incredibly mean and utilized this attack method often, and her sister had a pigeon that did that. First thing she did after the change was eat that pigeon. It tasted good and sweet, and not just the taste of a fresh kill.

This time, she'd go on the offensive. To heck with the crap of being a diplomat when some crazy is trying to kill you. She took note of the dust in the room and frantically stirred up the dust with her small pair of wings and switched to using her clear eyelids like windshield wipers. Maybe she didn't have eyelids like she did, but a distraction nonetheless. She pulled her pistol out of the holster and didn't even bother to give a warning before her first shot and charged again. She hadn't killed anyone in a while, it wouldn't do well to get rusty.

ShadowGuardian0

72

83

932

January 08, 2015 16:45:02

@invadercristi
@quicksilvr

Sariah noticed just now how wet they were, she had just gotten mostly dry and now she's going to wrestle a wet attacker? They had to have been out for a bit to get that wet, and it's probably no coincidence they barged in to interrupt her nap. She had hung out with a group of bounty hunters for a long time, a lot were ex-military and they taught her a thing or two on how to make someone talk, I guess it was time to put that into practice. They had found her fighting some people who wanted her wings, literally. Cut off for some rich person, and they saved her and took her in, most were Avens like her, and she respected them immensely. They weren't perfect people, but it's good because they fit in well with an imperfect world.

She saw the Aven draw another arrow and go for her bow and Sariah snarled. This person made her angry, all she wanted was a nap, but nooo, some dumb Aven had to stalk her and try to put an arrow into her. Her tail instantly pulled the knife from her sheath and she lunged, putting her between the girl and the bow, making slashing threats at her. Her tail could whip around pretty fast and was often a good distraction. But it was odd that a bird had such a thin, whip like tail. No specific creature came to mind, but it was 100% prehensile, and therefore useful. It was covered in a dark brown fuzz that was soft, like a mouse, but a lot thicker, more proportionate. It was about 4 and a half feet long, a pretty decent reach, but near the end it had an odd angle to it ever since it was slammed in the heavy door, probably broke and healed wrong. Oh well, it didn't cause her pain and it was still useful.

Her feet and calves were immensely strong, but mostly on the close, like an alligator's mouth, since she didn't wear shoes, her talons were readily available for combat. She'd broken necks with them before, the compression of her talons and the sharpness of them were something to reckon with, her claws went through clothing easily, even Kevlar body armor because they were designed to take bullets, a large force spread over an area, not medium force on small concentrated areas, a cop who tried to kill her had the misfortune to learn that.

She wasn't as quick as the other birds since she was more heavily built, which is why she was often followed or caught up to, so she learned to kill quickly. "Why did you follow me!?" she practically yelled into the girl's face, she was quickly working up into a frenzy and that probably wasn't the best thing, harder to think straight and more likely to make mistakes. With that ,she quickly whipped her wing toward the girl in an attack, anyone who had the misfortune of getting hit would realize birds weren't as fragile as originally thought. Geese and Swans were incredibly mean and utilized this attack method often, and her sister had a pigeon that did that. First thing she did after the change was eat that pigeon. It tasted good and sweet, and not just the taste of a fresh kill.

This time, she'd go on the offensive. To heck with the crap of being a diplomat when some crazy is trying to kill you. She took note of the dust in the room and frantically stirred up the dust with her small pair of wings and switched to using her clear eyelids like windshield wipers. Maybe she didn't have eyelids like she did, but a distraction nonetheless. She pulled her pistol out of the holster and didn't even bother to give a warning before her first shot and charged again. She hadn't killed anyone in a while, it wouldn't do well to get rusty.

Triple Gened Coatls!
_{Discounts for Fire Flight, Affiliates, Friends and more!}
FireLight Hatchery!(this is a link)
Plume Coatl Fire Subspecies!(this is a link)
Vertical color stack of all 177 colors!(this is a link)

@Shadowguardian0 @quicksilvr

Mortem happened upon the room where the water trail stopped, coincidentally right as they were both drawing their weapons. Now, he might've been in the same situation if it wasn't for one fact:

His weapon was already drawn, and at the ready.

His long honed combat reflexes had kicked in, and he would immediately aim, and throw--or spin as his kin say--his web towards the offending aven's bow, and if met with succession he would yank it at first to him, then to the ground. Regardless his ink black limbs went to work, spinning an unholy amount of webbing.

(Keeping it short and sweet for reaction time and whatnot)

InvaderCristi

743

January 08, 2015 21:33:55

@Shadowguardian0 @quicksilvr

Mortem happened upon the room where the water trail stopped, coincidentally right as they were both drawing their weapons. Now, he might've been in the same situation if it wasn't for one fact:

His weapon was already drawn, and at the ready.

His long honed combat reflexes had kicked in, and he would immediately aim, and throw--or spin as his kin say--his web towards the offending aven's bow, and if met with succession he would yank it at first to him, then to the ground. Regardless his ink black limbs went to work, spinning an unholy amount of webbing.

(Keeping it short and sweet for reaction time and whatnot)

Last edited on Jan 17, 2015 10:39:05 by InvaderCristi

@ShadowGuardian0 @InvaderCristi (I wasn't quite sure where Mortem came in, so I just have him at the end of my post simply for, well, simplicity)

Zosia snarled back as the aven blocked the path to her bow, but she stayed out of the range of her tail which looked as painful as getting hit by a hammer and her knife, which was pretty obvious as to how much that would hurt. She flexed her talons wishing the ceiling was just the slightest bit higher so she could get up in the air and attack with her claws, as well as get to the other side of her enemy and grab her bow.

"Why did you follow me!?"

She registered the other aven's comment, but didn't want to throw her focus off. She replied with the first though that came to her mind. "You were such an easy target up there! How could I resist, food and free weapons, a gold mine!". The woman was clearly working herself up, all she had to do was provoke her, she'd let her guard down eventually from annoyance and rage. Her pleasure at the plan was cut short by bending over backwards to avoid getting clubbed in the face with a great big wing. Zosia knew how much getting hit by a wing hurt, she'd even hit herself once or twice when she was trying to learn how to use her new wings. She remembered a young caned who had watched her, laughing. The caned had certainly learnt his lesson of why not to mess with a bird.

The dust that her new biggest enemy stirred up clouded her vision and went up her nose, making her cough, sneeze and wheeze along with having her eyes tear up. Twice in the same day she wished she had the multiple eyelid adaptation of most raptors. The dust worked well as the distraction it obviously was, and Zosia didn't see the aven pull the pistol and fire, the bullet glancing off her left shoulder and pain flowering out from the spot. She took in a sharp breath.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

Finally giving in to her better judgement, she pulled the dagger out of her belt and came at the aven, who was already lunging at her. She lifted her, now dust encrusted, wings and flapped them, stirring up the dust again, and attempting to blow it away from her. Her left arm hung at her side in pain as she swung the dagger, mostly aiming to disarm her opponent of her gun. Going back to her other strategy of working her up, Zosia said "That, that is your aim!" Blood oozed out of the wound, but it really wan't that bad considering where she could have hit. "I could aim better in my...." her sentence was cut short when she felt the sticky tug of spider silk. Looking around she settled on the other, who she had seen earlier.

Well, at least she knew what he was now. An Arachned.

StoriesInTheWind

594

622

935

6408

January 09, 2015 00:34:03

@ShadowGuardian0 @InvaderCristi (I wasn't quite sure where Mortem came in, so I just have him at the end of my post simply for, well, simplicity)

Zosia snarled back as the aven blocked the path to her bow, but she stayed out of the range of her tail which looked as painful as getting hit by a hammer and her knife, which was pretty obvious as to how much that would hurt. She flexed her talons wishing the ceiling was just the slightest bit higher so she could get up in the air and attack with her claws, as well as get to the other side of her enemy and grab her bow.

"Why did you follow me!?"

She registered the other aven's comment, but didn't want to throw her focus off. She replied with the first though that came to her mind. "You were such an easy target up there! How could I resist, food and free weapons, a gold mine!". The woman was clearly working herself up, all she had to do was provoke her, she'd let her guard down eventually from annoyance and rage. Her pleasure at the plan was cut short by bending over backwards to avoid getting clubbed in the face with a great big wing. Zosia knew how much getting hit by a wing hurt, she'd even hit herself once or twice when she was trying to learn how to use her new wings. She remembered a young caned who had watched her, laughing. The caned had certainly learnt his lesson of why not to mess with a bird.

The dust that her new biggest enemy stirred up clouded her vision and went up her nose, making her cough, sneeze and wheeze along with having her eyes tear up. Twice in the same day she wished she had the multiple eyelid adaptation of most raptors. The dust worked well as the distraction it obviously was, and Zosia didn't see the aven pull the pistol and fire, the bullet glancing off her left shoulder and pain flowering out from the spot. She took in a sharp breath.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

Finally giving in to her better judgement, she pulled the dagger out of her belt and came at the aven, who was already lunging at her. She lifted her, now dust encrusted, wings and flapped them, stirring up the dust again, and attempting to blow it away from her. Her left arm hung at her side in pain as she swung the dagger, mostly aiming to disarm her opponent of her gun. Going back to her other strategy of working her up, Zosia said "That, that is your aim!" Blood oozed out of the wound, but it really wan't that bad considering where she could have hit. "I could aim better in my...." her sentence was cut short when she felt the sticky tug of spider silk. Looking around she settled on the other, who she had seen earlier.

Well, at least she knew what he was now. An Arachned.

@quicksilvr
@invadercristi

Sariah saw the dust had an effect, good. At least something went right. She stopped for s slight moment when she saw the silk this new Aven was focused on and immediately traced it to Mortem. Her beak hung slightly ajar and she quickly shut it with a clack. She gave a surprised snort and wondered if they were working together, but Mortem wasn't greeting her as an ally. But her own self wasn't allied with Mortem. What the heck was going on?

Whatever it was, she had to deal with this Aven. She tried to keep her from the bow, but she was smaller, more agile. She brought her gun up again, but there were too many variables now. Too many. "Give up now and we can skip the formalities and go straight to buisness" she said, glaring.

She made a jab with the half-serrated blade as she tried to get a little distance between them. The more space the better.

(Sorry, short post, quicsilvr can be the focus)

ShadowGuardian0

72

83

932

January 09, 2015 09:12:09

@quicksilvr
@invadercristi

Sariah saw the dust had an effect, good. At least something went right. She stopped for s slight moment when she saw the silk this new Aven was focused on and immediately traced it to Mortem. Her beak hung slightly ajar and she quickly shut it with a clack. She gave a surprised snort and wondered if they were working together, but Mortem wasn't greeting her as an ally. But her own self wasn't allied with Mortem. What the heck was going on?

Whatever it was, she had to deal with this Aven. She tried to keep her from the bow, but she was smaller, more agile. She brought her gun up again, but there were too many variables now. Too many. "Give up now and we can skip the formalities and go straight to buisness" she said, glaring.

She made a jab with the half-serrated blade as she tried to get a little distance between them. The more space the better.

(Sorry, short post, quicsilvr can be the focus)

Triple Gened Coatls!
_{Discounts for Fire Flight, Affiliates, Friends and more!}
FireLight Hatchery!(this is a link)
Plume Coatl Fire Subspecies!(this is a link)
Vertical color stack of all 177 colors!(this is a link)

[Center][font=century goth][size=4]@Shadowguardian0 @quicksilvr ((Ditto, shadow)) The moment Sariah looked over at Mortem he'd give her a playful wink, particularly when her beak dropped. Adorable~ Either-way, he yanked the web, trying to snatch away the bow from her. Her knife would be practically useless in this situation--at least against two people. Well, perhaps not entirely useless, assuming Sariah can shoot fast enough, or he could yank her away quick enough with the remainder of his web. "I would listen to her if I were you, not-so-sweetie-bird." He'd chime as an eerie, yet sharp grin etches itself on his face, dripping with malicious intent, "And I wouldn't think of running, either. I'm not yet through with you." He'd hum delightedly, "Just put down your weapons and we won't have to hurt you." He pauses, taking a silent note of the blood littering her clothes, "Any[i] more[/i], that is~" [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/CkGHDMv.png[/img][/center]

InvaderCristi

743

January 09, 2015 10:22:51

@Shadowguardian0 @quicksilvr ((Ditto, shadow))

The moment Sariah looked over at Mortem he'd give her a playful wink, particularly when her beak dropped. Adorable~

Either-way, he yanked the web, trying to snatch away the bow from her. Her knife would be practically useless in this situation--at least against two people. Well, perhaps not entirely useless, assuming Sariah can shoot fast enough, or he could yank her away quick enough with the remainder of his web.

"I would listen to her if I were you, not-so-sweetie-bird." He'd chime as an eerie, yet sharp grin etches itself on his face, dripping with malicious intent, "And I wouldn't think of running, either. I'm not yet through with you." He'd hum delightedly, "Just put down your weapons and we won't have to hurt you." He pauses, taking a silent note of the blood littering her clothes, "Any more, that is~"

@ShadowGuardian0 @InvaderCristi

Zosia stuck the knife in her quiver, but she wasn't giving up just yet. She was incredibly nervous, no longer thinking straight and just wanted to get away from them as fast as possible. Just the aven she could handle, but two people, no matter what they were, in combination with a tightly enclosed space, wasn't a good combination for someone who was better ranged anyway. As far as they could probably tell, she had given up, but she still had one more thing in mind, that is, if she could calm her mind enough to focus.

"One thing first, I'd like to know the names of my enemies", she said with a glare trying to hide how nervous she actually was. Zosia gazed around the room, she couldn't see a way out, everything seemed all hopeless, but maybe she wasn't thinking straight. She had formulated part of a plan, but maybe it would work, maybe it would get her out of here and live to kill them another day.

She made a running jump at the arachned, her head and shoulder blades hitting the ceiling and her wings spread out, brushing against the roof just to keep her balanced and in the air for a few seconds. She took in a sharp, fearful breath and slashed at him with knife like talons, if she could just angle herself to land down, on her belly, behind the aven she'd have her bow, and such a tall person wouldn't be able to reach her as long as the prehensile tail stayed out of her way. She tried not to think of every single long scenario of what could go wrong, but that's a hard art to master when it's your life is on the line.

StoriesInTheWind

594

622

935

6408

January 09, 2015 12:08:48

@ShadowGuardian0 @InvaderCristi

Zosia stuck the knife in her quiver, but she wasn't giving up just yet. She was incredibly nervous, no longer thinking straight and just wanted to get away from them as fast as possible. Just the aven she could handle, but two people, no matter what they were, in combination with a tightly enclosed space, wasn't a good combination for someone who was better ranged anyway. As far as they could probably tell, she had given up, but she still had one more thing in mind, that is, if she could calm her mind enough to focus.

"One thing first, I'd like to know the names of my enemies", she said with a glare trying to hide how nervous she actually was. Zosia gazed around the room, she couldn't see a way out, everything seemed all hopeless, but maybe she wasn't thinking straight. She had formulated part of a plan, but maybe it would work, maybe it would get her out of here and live to kill them another day.

She made a running jump at the arachned, her head and shoulder blades hitting the ceiling and her wings spread out, brushing against the roof just to keep her balanced and in the air for a few seconds. She took in a sharp, fearful breath and slashed at him with knife like talons, if she could just angle herself to land down, on her belly, behind the aven she'd have her bow, and such a tall person wouldn't be able to reach her as long as the prehensile tail stayed out of her way. She tried not to think of every single long scenario of what could go wrong, but that's a hard art to master when it's your life is on the line.

Last edited on Jan 09, 2015 14:33:05 by StoriesInTheWind

@quicksilvr
@invadercristi

Sariah quickly responded with a snarl. "Names don't matter at this point. You snuck past formalities and straight into this". Why the heck did her name matter at this point, or anymore. She didn't like to share her name with many people, things always came back to you and is just... people ended up dead anyway. Why waste what precious breath she had left?

She saw the Aven move to attack Mortem, at the moment they had an alliance as it would seem. Or perhaps he just came to mop up the wounded survivor and take what was left, though he did suggest an alliance before, or maybe he came for revenge. It would be like a guy to be unable to accept denial.

Whatever the case, Mortem kept her distracted and left her free. If she fired and hit him, she could get the advantage. No, better not shoot now, once she pulled the trigger, the tide of the battle would change and the risk was not worth it. Instead she decided on a blade, she quickly grabbed the knife from her tail and gave a yell "HEY!" and charged again from behind, leaving the bow undefended. Maybe she would go for the bow now, but that meant having her back to the enemy perhaps, and that might work.

She'd enjoy extracting the info from her. For a moment her heart dropped thinking about her own skills. She used to help everyone before herself, but in this cruel world, there was no room for that anymore. The group of mercenaries that brought her in, when asked why the leader, who went by Crow, saved her, he simply shrugged and said "Birds of a Feather.... You're a fighter, I see it in your eyes" , he wasn't talking about a blade or a gun, and she never forgot that. Her group was close knit and she missed them more than anything, but during a fight she was forced to the ground and they were separated. She had no doubt they came back and looked for her, and she did as well only to find the massive amounts of second in command's feathers, drenched in blood, Sam, was his name. He was really something, and if he was dead, the enemy really was something to be reckoned with.

They taught her most things she knew about the new world, her skills, how to hone her abilities. Crow was covered with tattoos and when asked about why he helped others he said "Some men are reborn in God, I was reborn with Wings" and gave one of his grins. They became close and she wondered where he was now, since they were so nomadic, almost no way to tell. He did well in everything and was the best fighter and flyer she ever knew.

But she shook the thoughts from her head and focused on the fight as she was taught. No time for this no room for mistakes. She had to die, and she had to tell her why Sariah was a target before then. Simple as that.

ShadowGuardian0

72

83

932

January 09, 2015 21:00:04

@quicksilvr
@invadercristi

Sariah quickly responded with a snarl. "Names don't matter at this point. You snuck past formalities and straight into this". Why the heck did her name matter at this point, or anymore. She didn't like to share her name with many people, things always came back to you and is just... people ended up dead anyway. Why waste what precious breath she had left?

She saw the Aven move to attack Mortem, at the moment they had an alliance as it would seem. Or perhaps he just came to mop up the wounded survivor and take what was left, though he did suggest an alliance before, or maybe he came for revenge. It would be like a guy to be unable to accept denial.

Whatever the case, Mortem kept her distracted and left her free. If she fired and hit him, she could get the advantage. No, better not shoot now, once she pulled the trigger, the tide of the battle would change and the risk was not worth it. Instead she decided on a blade, she quickly grabbed the knife from her tail and gave a yell "HEY!" and charged again from behind, leaving the bow undefended. Maybe she would go for the bow now, but that meant having her back to the enemy perhaps, and that might work.

She'd enjoy extracting the info from her. For a moment her heart dropped thinking about her own skills. She used to help everyone before herself, but in this cruel world, there was no room for that anymore. The group of mercenaries that brought her in, when asked why the leader, who went by Crow, saved her, he simply shrugged and said "Birds of a Feather.... You're a fighter, I see it in your eyes" , he wasn't talking about a blade or a gun, and she never forgot that. Her group was close knit and she missed them more than anything, but during a fight she was forced to the ground and they were separated. She had no doubt they came back and looked for her, and she did as well only to find the massive amounts of second in command's feathers, drenched in blood, Sam, was his name. He was really something, and if he was dead, the enemy really was something to be reckoned with.

They taught her most things she knew about the new world, her skills, how to hone her abilities. Crow was covered with tattoos and when asked about why he helped others he said "Some men are reborn in God, I was reborn with Wings" and gave one of his grins. They became close and she wondered where he was now, since they were so nomadic, almost no way to tell. He did well in everything and was the best fighter and flyer she ever knew.

But she shook the thoughts from her head and focused on the fight as she was taught. No time for this no room for mistakes. She had to die, and she had to tell her why Sariah was a target before then. Simple as that.

Triple Gened Coatls!
_{Discounts for Fire Flight, Affiliates, Friends and more!}
FireLight Hatchery!(this is a link)
Plume Coatl Fire Subspecies!(this is a link)
Vertical color stack of all 177 colors!(this is a link)

@Shadowguardian0 @quicksilvr
(Major apologies on the wait, friends! Won't happen again! Or at the very least I'll give you a warning ahead of time.)

"I can't give out my name until you've been a good girl~ But for now you can call me 'Mister Spider'." He purred in a sultry tone, clearly enjoying every second of what was transpiring around him.

Then she had to go and move. It was completely predictable, wasteful, and stupid. She might've had a chance to live through this should she have complied. Granted, if he managed to tie her up he wouldn't just kill her off so quickly~ He wouldn't waste such a delightful toy.

He felt the wind, and dust attack his eyes--Even his hat had fallen off.

How annoying.

When she charged at him he immediately 'dropped' the web, his long-honed combat reflexes kicking in--and having already been prepared for such a move he would simultaneously reach for his knife with one hand while his eight long, slender limbs would try to push her away, and more-so toward Sariah. He had much more range than she did--at least in close quarters, even if she had wings and talons. Never fight an Arachned in close quarters.

He grew up in this crooked world. He knew that if he hesitated... then he would die. He learned that even before this apocalyptic mess, and he--probably more so than anyone else in this wretched world--knew it best.

No matter, back to combat.

He would 'recollect' his web at this time--that being, he gripped it strongly while it still hung from his own hands, preparing to launch it or do whatever necessary should she decide to pull another hasty move, "Fieeesty~"

InvaderCristi