
Before he could reply, a scream of horror shattered the silence and cleared the emotional thickness. Her eyes snapped to the source. Outside. Something was wrong. This time Xi heard it too. He jumped up, saw the source, and was out of the room in a flash. Without getting dressed… Well it was the Spires. As she turned to follow him, she noticed Lupa yawning just barely awake. Neekra reached down and stroked her head. “I’ll be back,” she whispered then sprinted for the door.
Feet brought her past the doorway. Paws took her down the stair and through the chaos of the bar. She was right about the noise earlier. A fight had gone down but it was much larger than she imagined. She bolted through the mess of scattered chairs and tables to find more chaos stirring outside. But in the mist of the madness, the enemy was clear. Three slavers and their prize -a set of Kelvics helplessly bound and struggling to get free. Neekra’s anger rose again. She would help them.
She was aware when Xi fell into combat with one of them, that’s when she decided to move. Using the rain, and fleeing victims as cover she crept as close as she could to the slaver with leashes in hand. Less than ten feet remain between her and her target when she caught the eyes of one of the captured Kelvics. Even in his human form, she knew he knew exactly what she was and she could tell that he was warning her. He wanted her to run. But she wouldn’t. When she looked back at the slaver, their eyes met and he smiled wickedly. “Oh look,” he said. “Another one to add to our collection but after that performance, I’d better hurry this up.” Even with the rain, Neekra saw the flash of his knife. Careful, she thought.
She set her head low and let out a low growl. Every muscle in her canine form was tense and ready to spring. Her target laughed and took a step closer, saying, “Come on. Don’t you wanna…” Neekra didn’t wait for him to finish. She launched. As she got closer, she watched as he stepped back to brace himself and bring his knife up in front of his chest. With the ropes in one hand, there wasn’t much that he could do but still Neekra knew that a full front on attack wasn’t going to cut it. Even with one hand he could bury the knife deep within her chest.
As she closed the distance between them, she ducked down and flew past him then immediately rounded back to attack. With the other Kelvics, pulling fiercely to find their freedom, Neekra found her target in a very venerable position. He knew it as well; his little grin was gone. As he spun around with his knife in full swing, Neekra was ready with her jaws open. His momentum was ruined when his forearm smashed into her teeth. At that point, his fate was inevitable. With 1500 pounds of pressure, she clamped down until she was positive that his arm would never function properly again or it would fall off when she let up. The slaver screamed and his knife fell at her paws.
He attempted to kick her in the chest but she pulled back with his arm still in her teeth and he stumbled off balance for a second before his foot met the ground again. As she disconnected from his arm, something caught her eye. It was the last slaver with his sword out and he was running at her.
