BRING OUT THE MACHINE GUNS // open, visitor

[Keona.]

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If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

So be it.  Keona only blinked her eyes, her stance unfaltering at the smell of smoke.  The foolish crackle of flames.  As Séamus spoke her ear flicked.  Kian too.  What a turnout for the arrogant exile's 'return'.  No one wanted him back.  No one cared about him, except to see him dead.  The Privateer could not understand his decision to even come back, much less pick a fight.  Which was his only option now and he seemed inclined to take it.  Pathetic.

Without another word, she would unleash a sharper gust of wind, intending to knock him off his paws, followed by her cold command, "kill him."

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