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Scythe rolled along the grassy land of Thieves' Den, she and Katana locked together as they tried to strike each other. The sound of a rattle was prominent, feathers and blood flying everywhere and sweat sticking to Katana's ugly face. She could feel it on her own brow. It was heavier than sweat, though. Blood, probably- Katana had been aiming for her glass eye like hell, he managed to get a good few swipes under the wrong one, though.
After the two rolled for a moment, Scythe eventually ended up on top. She threw a few punches towards Katana, letting out a hiss and reining back her gloves hands as he moved his head away and she struck the soft but rock-ridden ground that had been cutting through her scaly back. Katana used that opportunity to launch her off of him, landing dazed on the sharp ground.
As Scythe got her bearings, she found a shadow looming over her. Then a glint from the sun. Then a grunt, and she realized what was happening. She rolled out of the way, hearing a shink as Katana's gear sank through the ground and quite possibly cut off a lock of hair as well. She worked hard for that! She rolled onto her feet, the leaves crunching below her boots. She could see a blur of pink in the corner of her vision and the sound of soft sobbing but paid no mind, tuning out all noises and other distractions as she reached for a dagger around her belt and swung it, the tip of the blade just barely managing to grace Katana's features, a thin line of blood seeping from the wound.
"Feathers ruffled, birdie?" Scythe sneered, her chest heaving as she let out a dark chuckle. She could hear the soft voices in the background which probably were real since she wasn't in the midst of a breakdown. They sounded young. No matter, though, the primary objective was to make Katana pay for his actions against the church! She hissed as Katana didn't answer, taking out a small child out of his mane of feathers. That left Scythe stunned, "how- how do you.. manage to fit an entire child.. how in the overseer? What? The hell?"
"I couldn't find a babysitter," Katana put the child elsewhere. It was probably Shuriken, one of the children Katana had taken in. Shuriken wobbled elsewhere but that wasn't her concern. It didn't seem to be Katana's, either, as he brandished his katana and lashed out his grapple, the rope wrapping around her upper arm and pulling her forward to make a rattlesnake kebab on his katana. Her eyes widened in panic as she used the momentum from his pull to make her thigh take most of the blow and use her weight to knock him over.
Scythe was not very big. She was tall, yes, but she was on the leaner side. Katana, however, was an absolute unit. He could easily throw her. He already did, earlier in the fight. That would leave a nasty bump on her head later or lead to her uncovering a crack in her horn when the adrenaline wore off.
She landed on his chest, her boots pinning him down as she stood on his chest. She quickly jumped off though, afraid that if he stood, she would lose her footing and end up in a horrible position. Scythe stared down at him, making eye contact.
Bad idea that was..
She suddenly felt her legs being swept out from under her, landing harshly on her back and neck. She let out a yell of pain as she tried to catch herself and felt something snap. Probably her wrist as she tried to catch herself. Katana seemed to recoil at the sound, his eye situated on her wrist. She hissed, feeling tears prick at the edges of her eyes. She forced them back, though, refusing to show any weakness. She got up, grabbing the scythe that she had hidden in the leaves. She swung it, cutting the tension in the air but missed, stumbling. She felt a boot dig into her gut and kick her over the scythe useless as she laid on the ground, blood dripping from her eyebrow and cheek, multiple slashes under her pectorals and body. Not to mention the fact there was a hole in her thigh.
Her eyes struggled to stay open, a feeling of lightheadedness washing over her senses. She could hear footsteps- running ones- in the distance, crunching leaves and the faintest of heavy breathing. She would get up to see what was going on but she didn't have the strength to.
"They will only drag you down, Scythe." Katana said, kneeling down by her body. She only let out a soft, pained moan in response.
"It is a shame it came to this, really. You were my sister once." And he left it at that. He stood, walking away from her bloody body. A few shots rang out and a thud landed on the ground. A scream and sob was then let out. Another shadow then loomed over her, quickly wrapping bandages around her wounds.
"Who..momma?" Scythe murmured, a bandage being wrapped around her head.
"No, no, Broker." Her brother said in a rushed tone, sitting her up against a tree.
"Oh.."
"Regain your bearings, hurry up!" Broker urged, Scythe slowly getting over her dizziness for the most part. She opened her blurry eye and saw Katana laying face down in the dirt, two young children trying to get him up. Vine Staff and Shuriken. Vine Staff was yelling and shaking her father, her wooden hand sinking into his flesh. Shuriken was right by him, sobbing. Her heart lurched for the two. She wanted to hug them and comfort them but she didn't want to taint their pure hearts. She would just end up scaring them, covered in blood n' dirt.
Broker then suddenly pulled her to her feet, dragging her away from the scene.
"Is he dead?" Scythe asked, stumbling after the gear launderer.
"He's as good as dead!" Responded Broker.
It was unbeknownst to them that Katana's eye would open once more.