Kusura was formerly a demon hunter herself, so to many she appeared to be demon at a glance and was initially judged as such. It wasn’t of her concern right now though, her lover had just been slaughtered before her eyes and that was definitely the least of her worries. Her black and red ears twitched and with in a split second, the speedy demon zipped over to the staff, not in the least concerned with the gun pointed to her. Kusura’s gift was super speed. Even before being turned by her least favorite demon lord, she was an agile fighter as a human sorceress.
She felt physically out of the physically realm still, emotionally distraught and detached. She had truly loved him even though she was a demon. And now his soul was all she had left, absorbed by a spell sealed in her scythe. The scythe was now just a plain metal staff, kicked away by a red headed being that just showed up. If she was a demon hunter-which she looked to be from scent and quick observation, bad luck was definitely in play here.
The cat demon had done her best to defend him and herself, but apparently it was just barely enough. Her ally took off after the summoning and spell was completed. After the fact, she felt as though she would need to call her back for more help sometime soon. Maybe not right away, but she was vulnerable and felt very lost and numb.
Red eyes glared at the red headed demon hunter, empty yet a dash of ferocity still resided in them. Without hesitation she picked up the blade-less weapon.
“Wh-hat-do you want?” She choked out hoarsely. Kusura would not move again unless fired upon further. She wasn’t worried about the bullets, more so what her rage and despair would do than anything else.
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Victoria kept her crossbow’s aim trained on the woman as the other party recovered and swiftly moved to retrieve the kicked-away weapon. So long as she did not attack, the trigger would not be squeezed.
The way the demoness swiftly responded to the scythe-turned-staff being sent skittering across the ground hinted that the weapon likely had some value to this at least partly inhuman woman. Upon seeing the other’s speed, Victoria realized full and well that if this diabolical being had intended to attack that it would have been an unpleasant experience, to say the very least. The speed she had just displayed would have made closing the gap between the two women into a joke for the clawed one of the pair and would have likely left the redhead with quite a mark. She was, admittedly, glad that had not turned out to be the case in this instance.
Victoria knew the difference between someone who was looking to attack and someone who was ready to defend. She was fairly certain that she currently found herself looking at the latter of the two. ❝There’s a chance I may be here to kill whatever demon you’ve just taken care of. After all, you look nothing like what I had been told was behind all of this. Then there are your injuries…❞
She then looked past the dark-haired fighter to the mess left by the fight that had recently occurred in the area. ❝So, was it a grudge? Or are you one of the decent ones who lives among humans and hunts the problematic members of your own race?❞ she asked as her gaze focused back onto the demon, awaiting an answer.
