bastard
wouldn't have the chance to go after the two women.
With the two innocent
civilians out of the way, Edriq didn't hold back. Make no mistake.
He would destroy any Slayor he came across but he would rather not
have a civilian witness the killing. The civilians weren't soldiers
like Edriq and his brothers. Witnessing a slaying could be
traumatic, and the civilians didn't deserve to have black blood
spattered all over them.
Edriq frowned. That human
woman had black blood on her face and hands even before he threw his
knives at the snake.
Did she manage to wound or
kill a Slayor before he arrived? Given that Slayors rarely hunted
alone...
Edriq held that thought as
the huge snake lunged at him. Even with knives in his body, the
Slayor was still incredibly fast.
The Slayor took aim and spat
a jet of deadly venom at Edriq.
If Edriq had moved just a
fraction of a second later, the venom would have found his eyes.
He would be blind. Then he
would be dead.
Edriq flung his knives in
rapid succession. One of them somersaulted past the Slayor but the
other found its target.
The blade struck the Slayor
right between his eyes and stabbed deep into his brain.
As the Slayor fell, he
shifted back to his human shape and crumpled at Edriq's feet.
Pulling out his gun, he put a bullet in the Slayor's head just to
make sure.
Quickly and soundlessly,
Edriq dragged the Slayor's body into the nearest alley. As soon as
he saw the body of the second Slayor lying near the dumpster, Edriq's
muttered another unprintable Dracan oath.
There were glass shards
sticking out of the Slayor's neck and Edriq scented a small amount of
human blood on the glass. The woman had suffered a slight cut when
she attacked the Slayor.
That human woman was…
“Amazeballs,” he
breathed, using one of the phrases Tessa and Amelia had just taught
him.
Edriq hadn't had the chance
to take a nice, long look at her, but somehow he remembered every
detail of that courageous, beautiful human woman.
She was a curvy brunette with
smooth, olive skin and wavy brown hair. Her deep, chocolate eyes had
been round and wide with terror, but he had glimpsed the strength and
grit in them.
This wasn't a woman who gave
up easily.
She had charged headlong into
the dark alley and saved the life of a Dracan. The dead Slayor with
the broken bottle in his neck was a powerful testament to the woman's
courage.
Those Slayors had been after
the elderly Dracan female, but that brave, feisty human had refused
to run even when she saw the danger she was in.
She had no idea that the
little old lady she'd saved wasn't human like her, but Edriq had the
feeling that even if she knew, she wouldn't hesitate to rush to her
rescue.
Edriq threw the bodies
together and called forth his dragon. The black blood on the ground
was already evaporating. The air on Earth was different from the
atmosphere on their home planet Korra, but the Dracans were a hardy,
resilient people. They had managed to adjust quickly
to the atmosphere and culture on Earth and acclimatize themselves. The
humans had no idea that dragons, dormant
though they were, lived, worked and bred among them. Many of the Dracans had found
human mates and birthed healthy, happy human children.
They
would survive, and hopefully live long and prosper.
Edriq didn't have to bother
about the blood, but he still had to get rid of the bodies. He
couldn't leave them around for the humans to find.
His eyes churned with a
blazing silver light as his dragon rose and pressed up just under his
skin.
Edriq still held on to his
human form but it was his dragon that glared at the cold dead bodies
of his enemies.
With a blast of white flame,
his dragon incinerated the Slayors. The fire burned for just a few
seconds and vanished, leaving only a thin spiral of smoke.
Edriq walked out of the alley
and stared down the street. His dragon urged him in the direction of
the human woman. There was something very special about that human
female. She