when knight falls, the hunt begins

Shiva was watching from a high point. She was keeping a watch, and she made sure Helena could see her watching, the fact that she kept pacing as she continued to assess Helena’s stance and the way she defended herself against her set of ninjas. She didn’t make any comments on the way Helena was fighting, feeling like this would be a good time to see what she needs to work on.

The blood trickled down her chin, mingling with her sweat and skin. She grit her teeth and brushed it aside with the back of her exhausted palm, ready to fight once more; but the ninjas were retreating. They had been ordered to leave. Anger seeped in, an anger at not being able to doll out her own revenge. Helena looked to her teacher, Lady Shiva, frowning with fierce determination.

Helena smiled, the contours of her mask tightening as she did so. It was humorous in a way - that her mask caused her pain when she expressed happiness. "Hey, not your fault. I'm still getting the hang on this thing."

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"Where's your Christmas spirit?" Not that it was really Christmas, or anywhere close. Nevertheless, Helena - dressed in her Huntress persona - went to work on the thugs. Within the span of fifteen seconds, long and arduous, most of them were dealt with. But it wasn't perfectly clean, she had taken a few blows here and there; one particularly on her face, causing a cut above her lip.

Helena  had chosen not to wear her Huntress persona tonight, rather, she chose to scout the streets from a civillian level like her father had always advised. She looked innocent, but the ironic fire in her blue eyes showed otherwise.

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