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“Tsk…only because you’re the only other human here who can really fight.” Zamara remarks with a small roll of her eyes, shaking her head at Kara’s confidence. Or what she assumed to be confidence. The little room was getting far too heated at this point, with the hunger for blood slowly filling the air. Azrael and Kara were pretty much ready to fight, on the tip of the blade that could so easily fall one way or the other. All while she remained far too lax and calm for her own good. Without her sword she was useless in this fight, and could only observe for the time being.

The sudden rupture of this tension was one of the cracking and crushing of the room to only have Azrael flung off from the two. What had brisket away the Archangel of Death was a small child, one that oozed of the demonic presence that followed all beings of the depths. She was hardly fooled by her small figure, instantly aware of what they were dealing with. And at the opposed question, Zamara had been ready to answer, already coming up with something witty to revoke it’s presence. Only to have Kara open her mouth and doom them all.

“…Did you really just tell it that I was Azrael’s mate?” Zamara asked nearly dumbfounded, her mouth hanging almost agape at the revelation. Shocked turned to anger though as she clenched her fists, the pistol now precariously looking close to being fired. “You fucking idiot, you just made me target number one. If it kills me, it gets to Azrael, and now you went off and told it who I was!!! You know what…if that thing doesn’t fucking kill you, I will Kara.” Zamara hisses out with a venomous growl.

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The small demon laughed at the argument going on between the two humans, as Azrael went about recovering herself from the pile of rubble. As it turned out, her vessel had been impaled by a piece of steel rebar from the reinforced concrete, ripping a nasty hole in her abdomen and sternum. Not again, Azrael thought to herself. She began carefully lifting the weight of her body off the rebar, while glaring daggers at the demon who’d put her there. 

“Maybe you should stop fighting each other, and sort out your priorities.” Azrael groaned in a shaky voice. 

“I don’t like it when hunters come onto my turf and threaten my workers.” The demon announced, joining her hands at her waist. “So, you are going to have to pay for it, I’m afraid.” 

Instead of backing down she smirked at the demon, acting as if nothing scared her and that she was sure she would win, a well worn mask that she always used to cover up her knowledge of how outclassed she actually was. “Only one hunter here, my translator just got caught up in this, come on keep your facts straight kid.” The hunter was focusing on building her power just in case, that small human ability hopefully enough to buy some time if the demon attacked. “So this payment, is it help with your math homework, or are you going to make me buy you some cake?”

If the child is brought before their Supreme Leader, her will and thoughts will all be shaped and constructed for her. Her youth would be her downfall, and she would become another unstable pawn of darkness. Very much like Kylo Ren- as Nyla believes anyway. The woman decides she isn’t going to be making a visit to Snoke anytime soon, especially not with the little girl. While they do not follow the true ways of the Sith, it will be unnerving to some if she were to take on a student without approval. There are many ideas swirling inside the assassin’s mind; a few still pressing to kill the child and be done with it. However, Nyla recognizes it would be a lost opportunity to lay waste to the youngling. Perhaps in time she will prove herself to be a formidable opponent and a force to be reckoned with.

While amber eyes are glued down at the little girl, Nyla is envisioning a future dominated by Force users.Not the weak and feeble ones like the Jedi and the Knights of Ren. Ones far more powerful and terrifying. The thought alone makes her eyes appear to glow. Finally, she addressed the child again. “If you wish to draw breath, you will come with me, child.” Nyla inhales and exhales. Her remaining troopers are not close enough to dissect the situation, which makes this moment a golden opportunity. “Can you conceal yourself?” She knows the girl is young, but maybe there’s a chance she’s begun learning and discovering the extent of her abilities already. 

When the threat leaves the woman’s mouth Kara does not even flinch, this was a simple ultimatum, and it was not as if she could see any other options. The settlement was destroyed, and there was little left for her to survive off of. The instincts she carried thanks to her connection to the Force as well as the stranger’s words told her that this woman, despite having ulterior motives, also was not going to kill her if she obeyed, and she was very interested in surviving. Even though she never knew where her feelings came from she still trusted them, as they had never steered her wrong before. So she ignores the instincts that were warning her that the other was dangerous, instead nodding to show that she understood and would obey.

The question on the other hand, well that made her pause. She could hide if she needed to, but that would prevent her from coming with the stranger, so it had to mean something else...perhaps something like the way she had seemed to slip past people unseen on her way out from her home, guided by feelings and not really having to look around to know where people were.

                                    He had this look in his eyes                                              that made you wonder                                           just how m a n y people he’s killed. 

                                    ( And this… )                                             grin                                          that made you realize