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She made for cover and injured me. This enraged my Equal who charged the human, seeking to capture her that I might regain my honour, but the human engaged her in hand to hand combat.” Rhela said, barely concealing the disbelief in her own words. Even Lysera was shocked. She had heard about encounters with russian these painted-skull humans from others of her Equal and Betters, but would never have anticipated one to dare go up against an Isiri once guns had been discarded, let alone successfully wound one, though she must have met a messy end. “It is a shame then, she would have made worthy broodmare.” Lysera lamented and Rhela nodded her agreement, “Still, I have heard reports of these special humans and her armour would be worthy Brunette as a prize. Go to your Equal and tell her in my eyes she has done no dishonour, and tell her she may keep what I personally consider to be a prized trophy.” Rhela glanced away briefly, “My teen Equal was blinded by the viscera of her own amateur blood. The human escaped to another part of the battlefield. I am unsure who the honoured kill goes to.” Lysera grunted as her effort to reduce Cut-cheeks dishonour fell through, It would be a significant stain on her character for some time to have been wounded by a human in such a visible location and to then have had the kill escape her, “Very well, find your Equal and have your wound seen to.” Rhela respectfully bowed her head and departed without a word, each step on her wounded leg causing more crimson to flow down her toned thigh, though she remained resolutely nonplussed by it. Lysera let herself feel a moment's pride for her Lessers stoicism but there was more yet to be done, so she shouted out a single name, loud and authoritative, “Aezera!” She stood patiently with her hand on her hip, deep in thought as a fingernail scratched idly at her elongated lower canine, consciously not looking towards the only nearby source of sound, that of the humans continued albeit far weakened noises and the unmistakable rhythmic pounding of flesh on flesh, Tryi now burying every vein ridged inch of her length into the humans now soaked pussy, using her and claiming her. A figure, like Lysera also still clad in her battle armour jogged up and bowed her head respectfully, her other more senior Second and indeed second in command, Aezera. She was as tall as Lysera and perhaps quicker, but her strength and comparative experience still left much to be desired until she could wisely consider a challenge. “Yes, Lysera?” Aezera asked in her deep predatorial voice, resting a hand on her Gatt-Rifle, ready to leap into action at a moments notice even as she looked with a smirk towards the prone figure of her gyrating Equal. “Have you done as I ordered?” Lysera asked, though she already suspected the answer. “I did,” Aezera responded, focusing on her Better, displaying her own use of restraint in looking away from the attention-drawing scene beside them, their conversation matched by the growing growls of Tryi’s passion. “When you stripped the dead did you find a woman, dark hair, unique armour, an Isiri skull on her shoulder?” Aezera shook her head slowly and Lysera knew better than to question whether she had made a mistake, she had already had to deal with one insulted Second today. “What does it mean?” Aezera asked, missing context. Lysera paused for a moment, her stern expression changing into one of unmitigated delight and she laughed, long and hearty. She felt her disappointment at the poor fight slip away and outdoor she could almost feel new life breathe into her limbs. Aezera merely looked bemused, waiting. “It means, Aezera, that a human managed to wound two of our Lessers and escape the ambush alive and unnoticed,” Lysera stated, a hungry glee rising in her voice. Aezera grinned then too, “Worthy prey.” “Worthy prey.” Lysera echoed. “Will you hunt?” Aezera asked, a hopeful tone hidden in her voice. Lysera suspected Aezera wanted the hunt for herself, but she would not be denied this sport, “I will hunt.” I have seen them on their runs and they could both be mistaken for two college girls out for a run. Look this is totally private right?” bowels as she died. “Scream for me bitch.” He twisted harder, but she would not yell out. I wouldn't let them see my fear. 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