[The hunters become the hunted... Though that may not be a fair statement to make, with how little they seemed to move when the beasts have done all the work in closing in on their own for them. Numbers can only make up so much, and faced against two highly competent fighters endowed with superhuman ability, maybe this was the only possible outcome to begin with. Whether it was martial arts, magic, or else, it doesn't take long for the alley to fall silent again, now littered with various bodies of beasts that are no longer moving. The larger one spotted earlier does not appear to figure among the numbers on the ground, but given how quiet things have gotten, maybe it was smart enough to retreat after all.
Yet silent as things may be now, quite a bit has been shown and proven: neither of them are stranger to fighting, they can more than pull their weight, and favour efficient dispatch that hinted at obligation over any sense of enjoyment derived from combat. She's tried on her end to avoid injuring the beasts as to not have their blood run freely too, though it's not immediately clear if he may have taken similar steps to minimize blood pollution. Beast blood's pungent odor would give it away sooner or later, but in the meanwhile, there's no longer any threat in their immediate vicinity.
With a quiet exhale, the woman finally turns to face the masked and armoured figure. She hasn't had the chance to get a good look at the unexpected help she's received tonight just yet, and while the voice sounded masculine, there's the possibility that some kind of voice changer may be at work. The armour plate appears male though, upon closer inspection, and that voice did sound vaguely familiar. Where had she heard it...?
She seems to be sizing him up, in any case, maintaining the silence with a neutral expression that doesn't betray any emotion. He did crash the scene unprompted, maybe he should be the one to say something about that first?]
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Yet silent as things may be now, quite a bit has been shown and proven: neither of them are stranger to fighting, they can more than pull their weight, and favour efficient dispatch that hinted at obligation over any sense of enjoyment derived from combat. She's tried on her end to avoid injuring the beasts as to not have their blood run freely too, though it's not immediately clear if he may have taken similar steps to minimize blood pollution. Beast blood's pungent odor would give it away sooner or later, but in the meanwhile, there's no longer any threat in their immediate vicinity.
With a quiet exhale, the woman finally turns to face the masked and armoured figure. She hasn't had the chance to get a good look at the unexpected help she's received tonight just yet, and while the voice sounded masculine, there's the possibility that some kind of voice changer may be at work. The armour plate appears male though, upon closer inspection, and that voice did sound vaguely familiar. Where had she heard it...?
She seems to be sizing him up, in any case, maintaining the silence with a neutral expression that doesn't betray any emotion. He did crash the scene unprompted, maybe he should be the one to say something about that first?]