Irriari spent her time in the air surveying the area near the Pit. It was mostly barren, save for the vendor area and the arena. A few citizens had gathered around the outside of the pit, obviously curious about the fight that had started taking place. Hopefully Malfus wouldn’t accuse her of trying to steal his show. It would be easy enough to deal with the headstrong and overly talkative human beneath her, but Malfus actually scared the zith. She spared a quick glance downward, hoping that he was paying attention to fight within the Pit. Thankfully he was, if only for now.
“You’re not privileged enough to know my name, human. I might tell you as you’re dying, or maybe I’ll just laugh.”
The zith was getting tired of the constant banter, but she was at a loss for how to attack the human. Normally, she would feel confident using her bow, but it was far away, in her bedroom on the other side of the Docks. It would be foolish to attack him head on, from the air, though her training had taught her many ways to do so. Every muscle in her body begged her to fly high enough that she could surge downward and crush the human with her momentum, but that would be too easy to sidestep.
Conflicted, she stared at the ground around the human. The body of the girl laid prone about fifteen feet to the side, wholly unprotected. There! Her decision was made in an instant, and the zith soared upward, pumping her wings rhythmically until she had enough altitude to soar downward, wings tight against her frame. She paused for a moment and admired the pristine view of Ravok. The zith breathed in deeply, and exhaled slightly before diving downward to the girl that lay still on the outer edges of the pit. The maneuver was difficult to pull off, and there was little room to turn or adjust her speed once she began descending. When she was two thirds of the way to the ground, Irriari snapped her wings open, gritting her teeth at the strain it took to force them open against the air. Her wing span slowed her down enough that hitting the ground near the girl didn’t break her wrists and ankles, but it still hurt. Grimacing and swearing in zithanese, Irriari grabbed the girls hair with one hand and pressed her clawed nails against the tender flesh of her throat.
She looked over in the direction of the human that had proven himself to be so pesky.
“If you move toward me, I will rip her throat out and shove the remains down your throat. I assure you that I can do so before you make your way over here. You’ll have failed again.”
The zith laughed loudly, pleased at the direction the fight had taken. Humans choked on their honor far too easily.
“You could crawl half way and beg forgiveness for having the audacity to attack me, but I doubt you’ll be able to swallow your pride long enough to do so.”
She paused, considering her next words carefully,
“I would highly recommend you do, however. Who knows what I would do to this girl if I got bored?”
“You’re not privileged enough to know my name, human. I might tell you as you’re dying, or maybe I’ll just laugh.”
The zith was getting tired of the constant banter, but she was at a loss for how to attack the human. Normally, she would feel confident using her bow, but it was far away, in her bedroom on the other side of the Docks. It would be foolish to attack him head on, from the air, though her training had taught her many ways to do so. Every muscle in her body begged her to fly high enough that she could surge downward and crush the human with her momentum, but that would be too easy to sidestep.
Conflicted, she stared at the ground around the human. The body of the girl laid prone about fifteen feet to the side, wholly unprotected. There! Her decision was made in an instant, and the zith soared upward, pumping her wings rhythmically until she had enough altitude to soar downward, wings tight against her frame. She paused for a moment and admired the pristine view of Ravok. The zith breathed in deeply, and exhaled slightly before diving downward to the girl that lay still on the outer edges of the pit. The maneuver was difficult to pull off, and there was little room to turn or adjust her speed once she began descending. When she was two thirds of the way to the ground, Irriari snapped her wings open, gritting her teeth at the strain it took to force them open against the air. Her wing span slowed her down enough that hitting the ground near the girl didn’t break her wrists and ankles, but it still hurt. Grimacing and swearing in zithanese, Irriari grabbed the girls hair with one hand and pressed her clawed nails against the tender flesh of her throat.
She looked over in the direction of the human that had proven himself to be so pesky.
“If you move toward me, I will rip her throat out and shove the remains down your throat. I assure you that I can do so before you make your way over here. You’ll have failed again.”
The zith laughed loudly, pleased at the direction the fight had taken. Humans choked on their honor far too easily.
“You could crawl half way and beg forgiveness for having the audacity to attack me, but I doubt you’ll be able to swallow your pride long enough to do so.”
She paused, considering her next words carefully,
“I would highly recommend you do, however. Who knows what I would do to this girl if I got bored?”
