Dune felt a twinge of disgust as the huge raven tore the man's eye out, a bare shade of sympathy, but she didn't flinch from the gore. It stretched, the man screamed, and then it popped free. Merula fluttered away, and she was certain it was him before he spoke. Nodding as he addressed her, a smile tugged at her lips at his casual tone--she too was darkly amused, though she doubted Merula knew the half of her situation. It would likely make it even funnier to a mischievous spirit like him.
“Nah. Count me in your debt, my feathery friend,” she confirmed, panting to catch her breath. One unforeseen benefit of the curse was that she was able to use her preferred kit again, now that she didn't need to rely on one arm to draw and fire her gun. She'd been sick of keeping it on her hip. In the relative peace, she reholstered her sidearm, absently patting it in its shoulder holster as she passed the raven and stood over the man.
He turned out to be the uninjured one, like she'd suspected, and as his begging dissolved into whimpers, she dispassionately nudged him with her foot. Blood, black and slick, spread across the sidewalk, squeezing between his hands. It was a shame to lose an eye so young, but he was working with killers and she didn't feel too bad. Wishing she had a cigarette, Dune went on thoughtfully, “His buddies took one of ours though. I gotta get what I can out of this guy and track 'em down.”
“Nah. Count me in your debt, my feathery friend,” she confirmed, panting to catch her breath. One unforeseen benefit of the curse was that she was able to use her preferred kit again, now that she didn't need to rely on one arm to draw and fire her gun. She'd been sick of keeping it on her hip. In the relative peace, she reholstered her sidearm, absently patting it in its shoulder holster as she passed the raven and stood over the man.
He turned out to be the uninjured one, like she'd suspected, and as his begging dissolved into whimpers, she dispassionately nudged him with her foot. Blood, black and slick, spread across the sidewalk, squeezing between his hands. It was a shame to lose an eye so young, but he was working with killers and she didn't feel too bad. Wishing she had a cigarette, Dune went on thoughtfully, “His buddies took one of ours though. I gotta get what I can out of this guy and track 'em down.”