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Finally a break from the combat, and Crow stumbled back a short distwnce to regain his bearings. Hot liquid ran along the length of his face, and he squinted to keep the crimson out of his eye. Jervis had nearly sliced the tip of his ear off perfectly, and it bled profusely, but it was no problem. The ardent would duly pay in time.
As much as the feline wanted to jump back into the tussle, he knew he had much more important tasks at hand before he would allow himself to indulge in the havoc. Crow’s head turned around frantically, searching for the poltergeist’s small figure, a key player in the event which was about to unfold, and he spat, "Beck, the bucket!"
A pause, and a new sight caught his jade gaze, the form of his daughter drawing near the fox. A gasp as Jervis’s pummeling feet neared her, and he was flying through the air again, intent to tackle the ardent to the ground once more, blade held and no longer withdrawing his impulses. A socked paw moved to firmly plant itself over the fox’s throat, and a growl escaped his lips as he thrust the blade downward with gusto, and then again, and again.
Crow wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt Pastel. Never again.
Finally a break from the combat, and Crow stumbled back a short distwnce to regain his bearings. Hot liquid ran along the length of his face, and he squinted to keep the crimson out of his eye. Jervis had nearly sliced the tip of his ear off perfectly, and it bled profusely, but it was no problem. The ardent would duly pay in time.
As much as the feline wanted to jump back into the tussle, he knew he had much more important tasks at hand before he would allow himself to indulge in the havoc. Crow’s head turned around frantically, searching for the poltergeist’s small figure, a key player in the event which was about to unfold, and he spat, "Beck, the bucket!"
A pause, and a new sight caught his jade gaze, the form of his daughter drawing near the fox. A gasp as Jervis’s pummeling feet neared her, and he was flying through the air again, intent to tackle the ardent to the ground once more, blade held and no longer withdrawing his impulses. A socked paw moved to firmly plant itself over the fox’s throat, and a growl escaped his lips as he thrust the blade downward with gusto, and then again, and again.
Crow wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt Pastel. Never again.