She did move around as she waited, not for one but for the whole group to move from that area. She wanted to do a lot of things, but the fingers on her mask told her who she was, where she was, and what her rules are. Not that she was a whipped dog, but a person that was taught in the ways of the yautja, she wanted to growl at everyone and tell them to stop talking like little girls at a tea party.
She looked up at Lone hunter she started to speak to him. "Yes?" She asked, wondering whats on his mind. Or is her clan trying to keep tabs on her, to keep her in line. She was going to say something, but decided not to. She decided to listen to his words.
She let the nails, trail on the outside of her mask, feeling the nothingness and taking the visor and hitting the button to push it down to reveal her deadened eyes, held with a light hue of a to milky purple. She sighed and reminded herself that those that she was with, family or not. Treated her since she can remember, the ways of a fight, the ways of the yautja, how can she even of thought then to leave this clan. It filled her, made her whole and molded her in to where she is today and for that she was always grateful, even if they look at her with growls and mutters of her hybrid self. She did go out to find others like her, but for now nothing. She sighed and moved down the hallways and the lights finding a good way to drop in and fight them all at once. But this one human, this one human standing before her, grunted and spoke to her.
Remembering some words from the travels around Urth, she grunted and the visor went up before the eyes can even be seen. Almost laughing she saw the human draw a weapon ready to fight her. She blinked and cocked her head to the side, the hand moved towards her own weapons but, decided not to. This would be 'interesting' She thought as the lips peeled back slowly in that sick grin of her own. She could of had the scar at the back of her neck touched and her mind snapped back to when she gotten it, back when her mind was really lost. But no, no, she shook her head and let out a chuckle. Her hand ready to reach out and snap the wrist, of the human that decided to taunt her with the words. The lips parted as she went to speak her own. "Fight..." But was trailed off......
Another dropped down, how can this hybrid miss such a large hard meat? he stood a good 10 feet tall, which made her wonder why the ceiling would be so high, then the hand of her mind smacked her. DUH you have females this tall. She huffed as he stood there bellowing at them, half tempted to do the same back. A nicely done roar of her yautja pride took over and she screamed at him, her body almost bent over as ther head leaned up more as one would when keeping the head in the same position.
her eyes narrowed as she growled only to be picked up and tossed. The hands moved this time for a weapon, a finger touched one of her throwing knives, the other grabbed to the whip. Maybe, she can be able to do some damage. She did two movements at once, she would of done three. But she wanted to keep the creature between her and Nikkie. Forcing nikkie to take her gun and she has hopped to fire, even if she gotten hit. The Hardmeat was her first priority her first thought. She smiled, her eyes narrowed as she FIRST threw the knives, two of them at once. Then took the whip and went low, at Fire hunter's waist, wondering and hoping it would be wrapped around. IF SO, she would tugg it, letting the suraided edges dig in to his flesh as much as she can, before he realized what it was and Shadow would let go once he gotten a hold of it and tugged it himself, releasing the pain at his waist.
The previous knives she threw, the two of them. She had aimed at his head, in hopes to at least mark his dome not to make him bleed, that would not benefit her, but in hopes to make him in pain. Her hands moved again, touching the dagger at her side. A D handle, spikes at the handle was around sticking out from the tip of the handle to the bottom. The blade was a huge looking D shape as well. She let her fingers dance over the handle of it, waiting for the next movement of the large Hardmet.