Thread: Unseen War (Tyria & Ink.Knight)

The terror in eyes of her enemies, adrenaline coursing through her veins, gleeful delight when their bodies underwent accelerated decline Inna felt like a child in an amusement park with unlimited cash at her disposal. There was just something utterly magical about extinguishing the spark of life they cherished so much. The power surge that flooded her system almost reminded her of drunkenness, at least if her memory captured that state correctly. It had been a while since she could legitimately get drunk from alcohol. Inna still liked the taste out of nostalgia, but it didn't really do the trick for her anymore. The vampire metabolism, while gifting her with many advantages, took one of the greatest pleasures away from her through its sheer efficiency. That admittedly sucked, although mortality sucked even more. Watching Inna fight was like a poetry in motion. She moved with minimum effort, seemingly predicting steps of her opponents before they could act on their intentions, and made her way through the battlefield like a hot knife through butter. It was blindingly obvious to her trained eye these people weren't warriors she would be willing to bet the only fight they had ever participated in had been between them and their common sense desperately trying to convince them they should probably learn at least basics of self-defense when living in such dangerous environment. The common sense had obviously been decimated in that battle and now they were going to experience a similar tragic loss. Suddenly a stake heading for her heart appeared in her peripheral vision. Inna caught the attacker's hand mid-air, prepared to crush it to teach the stranger a lesson about messing with her, but her own surprise stopped her. A human? Well damn, now that's a plot twist worthy of an epic novel. The girl who had decided to play a hero looked like an ordinary whore that would be invisible to her among her sisters, and yet she didn't. Her face was anything but a picture of broken submission so normal in places like these and it wasn't insanity that mirrored in her strangely colored eyes, either. Inna recognized the panicky although grimly determined gaze it could usually be seen on cornered animals. Fascinating, indeed. After a moment of deliberation, the vampire pressed her wrist with a carefully calculated amount of strength. It was enough to make her drop the stake, yet not enough to break the tiny bones in her hand. The fight had basically ended by now, so she could afford to pay some of her precious attention to this interesting anomaly. Well, hello, little one, Inna said in her sing-song accent, apparently completely indifferent to Avery's attempt to kill her. She continued to hold her hand in her iron grip, though, and kept the girl at bay in case she was still feeling combative. That's a nice stabbing technique you've got there, although I regret to inform you it's not the best way of making new friends, at least not in my culture. Luckily for you, my culture knows the perfect recipe for mending broken relationships. Come with me. At this point, Inna let go of her since presence of her comrades who didn't have to deal with executing other vampires anymore should be a good deterrent on its own even without any physical restraints. She went to the counter, picked up a surviving bottle of brandy and poured it into two glasses casually. The atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Inna then handed it to the human, a sinister looking smile on her lips. Come on, little one, you look like you need a drink. What's your name, by the way? You don't have to tell me, but I would like to warn you in advance I'm going to give you a nickname if you don't share the info, and trust me, you want to avoid this outcome like the damn plague.