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Katrina Valance needed work and she needed work badly. Even throwing out the fact that she and Rolf needed to eat just taking care of all her weapons was a costly endeavor. She never had enough money. It didn’t help that she was trying to stay discreet. There were certain people that she didn’t want to find her. So, she didn’t take jobs that she knew she could handle easily simply because they were too high profile. She found herself chasing off practically harmless monsters from farmers’ fields. Well, the warrior supposed that wasn’t completely true. The monsters were harming people’s livelihoods, and Katrina truly didn’t mind assisting them They just couldn’t pay much, and she felt bad for taking more gold than the job was honestly worth. At least the farmers and their families wouldn’t let her and Rolf leave without full stomachs. 

Which brought her to now. She had heard tales of werewolf harrying people. Well that just wouldn’t stand. So she had strapped on every blade and weapon she had and made the trek. Katrina was not the only warrior that had heeded the calling for fighters. She looked around at the people assembled in curiosity. That one looked like a child, and that one looked like a vagabond pretending to be something he wasn’t. There was a Leonin, several Half-Elves, what looked like a Half-Orc, and more than a few humans. It certainly was an odd bunch. She was far from the oddest one here.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t odd. She was decked out in riding leathers, steel armor, and just about every type of weapon imaginable. That wasn’t even an exaggeration. She had more than enough knifes, at least five different types of swords, a bow and arrows, a whip, and those were the ones that were easily spotted. She also had a ball and chain around her neck, a poisoned ring on her finger, and each hair stick in her tightly braided halo of chestnut brown hair doubled as a sharp pointy thing. There were also countless knifes hidden in her boots and coat. She wasn’t the tallest one here, but she still felt like she towered over the, with her solid form and perfect posture. Her grey eyes were hard, unrelenting, and unforgiving. She had clearly some for a fight.

She listened to the Duchess’s captain as she twirled a silver edged dagger around and around and around over and over again. Her eyes were not on her dagger or on the speaker. Instead they were on the forest that contained the threat. Her already hardened eyes narrowed at the fact that the werewolves were also kidnappers. That had not been in the information her contact had given her. This whole thing just kept getting better and better. Katrina scowled. Why were they wasting time on chitchat when there were children in danger?

Finally, they were cut loose form the talking. Katrina headed into the forest as she let out a soft clear single note whistle. Rolf, her great hawk, soared from the trees to sink his talons into the leather shoulder pad designed for that purpose. He was clearly a warrior’s bird. He had on a breastplate that matched Katrina’s. What could she say? She was a fighter and a monster hunter first and foremost. She was also a woman, and was vain enough, and self-aware enough, to like looking good and put together. So,if it meant Rolf matched, the bird would have matching accessories.

It wasn’t long before the group actually encountered the natural wolves that the werewolves had somehow dragged into their pack. Katrina scowled at the distraction, but she still fought as if her life and the lives of others depending on it. She had drawn the rapier from her hip and was using both the silver dagger and the sword to hack and slash her way through the pack. It wasn’t an easy fight at all, but it wasn’t difficult. It was mainly just tedious. From the corner of her eyes she could see others fighting their own wolves. Just how many of them were there? 

Then from the corner of her eye she saw one of her companions in trouble. She planted the rapier in the ground, reached into the pouch on her thigh, and threw the throwing dagger in one fluid motion. The knife embedded itself in the side of the wolf. Another whistle from her and a pointed finger had Rolf diving at the wolf’s eyes with his talons. Katrina yanked the rapier out of the ground and practically stalked towards the three wolves circling the small warrior messing around with an instrument. The fighter could only hope that he was a music-based mage of some sort. She kicked a wolf with a grunt as she stabbed the creature with her knife.

She planted herself between the person who barely came to her knees with her sword held in front of her face and wisps of hair escaping her braid, “Get that fixed!” Her voice was harsher then she intended as she order, “Now!”



[@JJ Doe]