It bothered Denise when her prey got away. Not only bothered her, but nearly made her physically sick. Voracious Eaters were no mere adversary. They were ancient, they were knowledgeable. And they were incredibly strong and difficult to overcome. Part of her felt thankful that the Eater had departed, because then she wouldn't only have had to worry about being atop her own game.
She would also have had to look out for Lisa.
Number Forty-six.
Second to lowest in the Organization's roster. Her preoccupation with the bullet she'd just dodged kept her from dwelling on the oddity of the situation passed.
The breeze, ever present since her exit from Poruma, tickled her skin, hair, and cloak. The rhythmic tsks of her armor and boots were her only company.
But not for long.
"The mission was ninety percent successful," Denise reported to her sudden, shorter, shadow-like companion. She did not need to look to see his presence. He seemed to be nearly swallowed up by the surrounding darkness. The black fedora on his head lowered as he nodded.
"And the Eater?"
"Escaped. We weren't even able to engage." The slightest hint of irritation seeped into her voice. Habbor made a noise that earned him a flat glance. This encounter wasn't like the last, but the required solitude hadn't changed. Silently, Denise wished to be left alone, but she knew it was useless to voice this.
"Its path has been established and you are to follow it until it is killed."
Denise's brow furrowed as she received her new instructions. It wasn't unheard of for Claymores to assist their comrades, but she not only didn't see the need for her involvement, but also didn't want to participate. However, these were her orders.
"With all do respect, this was Number Forty-six's assignment. Has she been informed of this new development?"
"That will be your task. The destination is a city called Rhy'Din. You will depart when you have rested."
Denise did not even need to turn her head to know that she had, once more, been left alone. Habbor's farewell sentiments were always the same. Abruptly, slender legs changed course, and she was en route to her new location.
She would also have had to look out for Lisa.
Number Forty-six.
Second to lowest in the Organization's roster. Her preoccupation with the bullet she'd just dodged kept her from dwelling on the oddity of the situation passed.
The breeze, ever present since her exit from Poruma, tickled her skin, hair, and cloak. The rhythmic tsks of her armor and boots were her only company.
But not for long.
"The mission was ninety percent successful," Denise reported to her sudden, shorter, shadow-like companion. She did not need to look to see his presence. He seemed to be nearly swallowed up by the surrounding darkness. The black fedora on his head lowered as he nodded.
"And the Eater?"
"Escaped. We weren't even able to engage." The slightest hint of irritation seeped into her voice. Habbor made a noise that earned him a flat glance. This encounter wasn't like the last, but the required solitude hadn't changed. Silently, Denise wished to be left alone, but she knew it was useless to voice this.
"Its path has been established and you are to follow it until it is killed."
Denise's brow furrowed as she received her new instructions. It wasn't unheard of for Claymores to assist their comrades, but she not only didn't see the need for her involvement, but also didn't want to participate. However, these were her orders.
"With all do respect, this was Number Forty-six's assignment. Has she been informed of this new development?"
"That will be your task. The destination is a city called Rhy'Din. You will depart when you have rested."
Denise did not even need to turn her head to know that she had, once more, been left alone. Habbor's farewell sentiments were always the same. Abruptly, slender legs changed course, and she was en route to her new location.