my lucky #3

The first swings wide and had she not been preparing for that, she might have cursed herself out for missing (though it has been a while since she’d practiced anything). But the second blade flies while the other is clattering to the snowy, cold ground, and she watches as it snags the wing as it starts to spin. Immediately rushing, this time with a small curse granted toward Belial, she beats the peryton to capturing the Ningo. It's still alive, though, and with the rush of running out to collect it, she’s warm enough to pull the third blade out to take the bird’s life, before picking it up to trudge back toward the warmth. “Do you want me to butcher it outside or..?” Maybe they have a large tub inside she’d missed that she could use, where it was warm and she could collect everything she needed to? k i a d a