consign me {NOT} to [DARKNESS] (Crimmy)

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Go right ahead," Cat answered sweetly, her smile still achingly feminine despite her attacks, "I want you to."

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae chuckles and hums as she advances in a blif an eye. In a flurry of controled slashes, se managed to completely destroy straps on her leg armor so that is humg awlwardly... Making it harder to move

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She glanced down at her legs and smirked. Instead of trying to move around the armor, she used her own blade to cut the straps fully, stepping out of it.

[CrimsonMoon]

She chuckles and cooes," Clever...." Dancing away and glancing at Kit as if telling him to hurry up

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kit narrowed his eyes at her and lifted his sword. He didn't like being goaded on, so while Cat was busy, he came at Fae.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae leaps at him, her sabers flahing in a blur of steel, a blade suddenly lodging into his shoulder pad

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He grunted and pulled his shoulder away, swinging the great sword around to clash with her saber.

[CrimsonMoon]

There was a shriek of metal on steel as she rips the saber free and slams him into a fence

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kit shoved her back, his muscles flexing with movement, while Cat came up behind her, sticking her foot out to trip the princess.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae stumbles backward and slams her heel into Cats as she fell, Now one her back she slides back in the mud, springing up

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Cat grunted, but there was a smirk on her lips. She swung her blade toward the princess's stomach.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae hisses beneath her helmet and catches the blade with a gauntlet. A shock wave of pain traveling up the sword as well as into her arm

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Catherine withdrew the blade, keeping light on her feet as she swung her blade toward Fae's left shoulder.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae suddenly leaps into the air.. Higher then the average person should... And sits on the low roof of the barracks, one elbow resting on her knee while the oter leg hung over the edge. She gazed down at them, tilting her head in a 'whatta you wanna do?'

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Cat's dark eyes narrowed and she turned to Kit. She gestured for her brother to come over and stand near the barracks, "I know you can lift me," she grunted, gripping the blade in her left hand.

Kit hesitated, but nodded.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae chuckles from where she sits, gazing down at them with amusement

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He set the sword aside and cupped his hands so Cat could step up. With a grunt, he hoisted her up. Catherine grasped the roof and swung herself up.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae chuckles a bit and suddenly round house kicked Cat right back onto the ground below. Ny wasting a second, she leaps down... Right onto Kit.. Sitting on his stomach and placig the tip of the sword between two scale of his armor next to his throat while just placin her blade above Cat like an executioner,"...." Steam curls from the helm's beastly mouth... As if it were reall alive

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kit just raised his eyebrows and held up his hands. He was weaponless and knew when to give up.

Cat chuckled, though the wind had been knocked out of her from her fall. She struggled to sit, wiping a smudge of dirt from her face.

[CrimsonMoon]

The fox helm tilts as if questioning 'you really wanna do that, hon?' The cold steel pressing against her throat tighter... She was serious... Wasnt she..?