The Reprobate
With a short cry, the Neco's life leaving body stumbled to the ground in a bloody heap, spear still plunged deep into his back. His acquaintance let out a roar of anger, sinking to his knees along side his dying companion and displaying grief and sorrow that The Reprobate told herself was not real emotion, for Necos could not feel such things. Faith grinned manically, eyes bright and just a little more than blood thirsty. The second male then mourned for a short while, before he began aimlessly glaring at his surroundings searching for his friends cowardly anonymous killer with a gun clasped tightly in his fist.
"Up here sunshine," She stated in a rather normal calm and angelic voice, her body swung across the branch lazily...maybe even a little provocative. His pupils locked securely that of the lioness woman in the tree tops and he seemed to have just frozen on the spot, but quickly he corrected her thoughts by his raising his weapon and firing, though his anger controlled his aim and so the lead missed by miles. Still for some reason the woman still fell elegantly from the branch as though it had hit, resembling a bird that had just been shot out of its comfort in the sky.
The Reprobate landed belly down into a pile of leaves, sending the red flakes soaring into the air, almost appearing to be summer butterflies. "And you Sapiens wonder why we started a war..." He hissed as her approached her supposed lifeless corpse, lips pressed into a thin and unforgiving line.
Once Faith sensed his close presence, she reached up and grasped his collar with her right hand and twisted with a surprising amount of strength that a Sapien like her must have trained years for, flipping the Neco underneath her. She snarled furiously at his comment. "We know exactly why you did! You began the war because you are selfish, power hungry, inhuman bast-"
The Reprobate screamed as she felt a blade sink into her shoulder, causing her to release his collar which allowed him to escape. Faith bit her lip, trying to force the tears back from streaming from her eyes while she tugged the dagger from her flesh and frantically began wrapping the wound with bandages out of her small leather pouch.
The Reprobate then pulled herself over to the tree she used to be perched in and lent against it, examining the dead body ahead of her and her own bloody shoulder.
Why do I always regret my work, when I am only doing what is right....