Feisty Foxes

Once Penny valiantly charged into the living room, she would behold a beautiful creature in a sheer white dress possessing a supernatural beguiling aura. She seemed a woman of raven hair and pale of complexion, with deep blue eyes that seem to just draw you in. “Oh, I didn’t know we had guests!” she spoke in a mesmerizing voice, almost supernatural, as to affect even women. She stood with poise, and moved with fluid dexterity.

Alejandra followed Penny’s charge, but as the swordswomens’ blades went for cuts and thrusts, it seemed as though either Yuan was too quick, or the heroes were fighting underwater. The agile fox weaved and bobbed with their strokes, even spinning around then behind Penny then pushing her with a butt rush.

“I’m sorry I know I have some effect on women, but I don’t…. ‘swing’ that way!” Alejandra held her sword in a half-sword grip, in an attempt to close the gap and skewer Yuan… only to have her attack redirected, and Alejandra being tossed and landing on her back.

Alejandra groaned from the impact against the wooden floor boards. She rolled away to regain her footing. Yuan simply giggled irritatingly, teasing the heroes.

Her shoulder charge was for nought, and Penny fought to right herself as she stared up at a woman so beautiful the young woman almost forgot what they were. "I..." She looked forwards, dazed for but a moment as the nun rushed past her, the holy ladies own weapon out and about, swinging for the beautiful woman, and yet failing to even make a inch. It irritated Penny with how good this nun could move with a weapon. Not that some of that annoyance wasn't fueled by the utterly beautiful woman making such a swords woman look like a fool.

"Stop staring and move." The sword roared into her ear, but by the time she had the sense to listen too it before being pushed forwards from behind by the foxy woman. When did she? Penny twisted around to face the woman, shaking her head to clear her thoughts as she raised her sword in the woman's direction, watching as the nun tried and failed to pierce the woman completely. "Attack now." The voice continued, and Penny felt her feet moving before her thoughts, running at the woman similar to the nun, only so much more obvious and slower.

The fox easily evaded the girl as Penny found her sword slamming into a wall, continuing forwards from her momentum until her should connected, quickly followed by her head smacking into the wall with a loud thud. The girl fell back and onto the ground, groaning in pain with eyes closed as she tried to figure out what just happened. " Oww... Did I get her?" She asked groggily, opening her eyes to find that she had in fact, not done anything. "Damn it."

Yuan defeated the direct attack, and the groaning of the swordswomen and her own laughter drowned out the silent approach of a third player. She barely noticed the figure in the hallway, and had no time to avoid a vial shattering above her, spraying a stinking liquid all over her. It seemed in an instant the fog that had mired their minds lifted, and the creature's supernatural beauty was quickly negated by...

"AAARGGHHH! DOG P... AAAAGH!" Her magical defenses gone, a loud barking canine barged into the apartment. Yuan now only had her agility to fall back on. The ferocious hound ripped part of her dress, and she hurried to the window, almost ungracefully tripping on Alejandra, before disappearing into the night.

The dog stood at the window, barking after his prey. A strong looking old man walking with a cane came into the room, with a look of disappointment on his weathered face. "... My, my, what capable monster hunters you two are." He said with a 'seen it all' sarcasm.

Their sudden and rather humiliating defeat. Penny had to look up at this woman who simply just had to move to avoid them, and all those bad feelings swirling inside her was made worse when the foul stench of urine permeated throughout the room. But Penny had to laugh at the fact that the smell originated from the kitsune that had outmaneuvered them. She chuckled as the fox was chased out of the apartment by a dog, but as her chuckles died and the beautiful woman vanished, her senses came back to her. The smell was worse. Not as present, but she really wanted to block her nose now.

Standing, the young woman grabbed her sword by the hilt instead and tried to pull it free from the wall to no avail. It was lodged in tight, resisting all efforts. "Not, again." With a sigh, from her and the sword, albeit the sword's was certainly more disappointed, she stepped away from the sword and held her fists up towards the old man and the dog. "And who the hell are you meant to be? Didn't see you here before us." Penny argued. She wasn't sure what exactly this guy was, but he clearly knew something. With everything she knew, she'd be dumb to not consider this old man as something more then human.

Too bad she wouldn't be able to tell for at least an hour. "Did you really just throw a jar of dog pee at that thing?" Penny asked. Despite everything. She needed an answer for that.

"Urine of a dog who has hunted, killed and tasted the blood of a fox in his first year." He corrected specifically, laying his hand on Brutus's head to have him sit. The partially cybernetic dog kept his gaze on Penny though, ever a faithful companion to the old man. "If you knew the nature of the foe you face, you would know that negates their enchanting glamour."

Despite his age the old man moved with quite the vitality. He looked at the sword lodged in the drywall, pushed it in further, and pulled it out from a different angle, dislodging it from a pipe it had embedded in. He inspected it briefly, yet his raised brow seemingly suggested he gleaned quite the information from it. He offered it back to its owner with politeness.

Once she'd gathered herself, Alejandra stood up and approached, offering a curt bow to the elder. "...Father Dance. How did you get up here so fast? the stairs and elevator were out of order..."

"The real question is how you got here without sufficient backup or a plan. Your quarry has escaped and is at large. And who is this... civilian?" He pointed at Penny.

"I believe she is one of the gifted, Father Dance, but not of the order. a Samaritan." she said, like those were normal words to use in everyday conversation.

Dance turned to Penny, realizing she was now involved. "Forgive me for the discourtesy, the aid of a samaritan is as welcome as any of the order. I am Father Balthasar Dance, Paladin of the Keepers of St. George. You must have questions."

"You... The what?" Penny asked, not quite sure she heard that right. Dog tasted fox in the first year? That was several levels of complexity she didn't want to get invested in. Nor did she appreciate the most likely helpful but scorning advice. If the sword was better informed then she wouldn't have these issues when it instead just forced her to make chase as soon as possible.

It simply growled in her ear as it was removed from the wall and handed back to Penny, who took it back with some difficulty, having difficulty just to hold it up she had to catch it with both hands as she looked between the nun and the old man, quite rightly confused. This was weird. One of her weirder nights since she had found the sword.

She allowed them to talk to each other, hoping to get a better idea of what was going on, but not hearing anything that really helped. Not till she was quizzed for any questions. She did, in fact, have questions. "Okay so. You're a nun who is part of some order. And you are an old man called Dance who is a paladin of said order... And what you also hunt monsters." She asked the obvious, but she needed some sort of easy answer.

The sword scoffed at her words. Paladins. Worthless things. Shaking her head, the girl held her sword out and her eyes flashed golden, the sword vanishing with the same kind of golden flash. That made the voice quieter. If more aggressive. "And for that matter. I'm not gifted. I don't have powers. I don't have... Magic, I think. I have a magic sword. That's about it." She replied, crossing her arms as she glanced between the two of them.