"Oh~ I thought you had died." The dargon snarled with a wide grin. Staring at the fox woman with the 2 green whip.
Scoffing, falcon spat to the ground. Her brown wavy hair slowly cascading in the wind.
"Wishing someone dead is also rude. Are you just this miserable or you never had a father figure?" She innocently asked, slightly tilting her head to the side.
With a light chuckle, the beast attention was directed to it's fellow beast. Calmly approaching falcon with a composed face.
"Unfortunately I never did have a father or a mother figure. Maybe I'm just that hopeless." It shrugged placing his claw hands to it's chin.
"Poor soul~ I'll give you a quick death now." Falcon said with a demented smile disappearing from spot.
At the same time, the dargon crossed both arms in front of it's head. Blocking falcon's kick, sending it sliding back a bit.
Mid-air she swung the whips fast, bashing into the dargon's skin. Creating small gunshot sounds, bouncing off it's skin.
