MY ENEMY WILL NOT BE THE END OF ME | Raid prep

[Keona.]

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✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

"Me too," the tiny striker's voice is quiet and clipped but stubborn and fierce.  The Pitt had not actually harmed her, not physically at least, though Valkyr's single attack on her mind still haunted her.  Since then, she'd fiercely worked on her own mental powers, and more importantly, defenses.  Since then, she'd discovered she had more abilities than she thought, no doubt having inherited both her fathers' talents.

The child didn't particularly want to be near to her father -- either of them -- but if Kian was infiltrating, she wanted to as well.  Keona made for a poor fighter, in direct combat at least.  She felt rather confident she could slip into the fortress during the battle and hurt them from the inside.  That's what they deserved, wasn't it?  They'd kept her locked up in there.  They made her frightened of her own mind.  Time for payback.

"I'll infiltrate too." She was ready.  Pain no longer stabbed her every breath.  She could run now.  She could cause some damage.  Don't stop me.  Let me do this.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯