
Captain Kursha Vidari
Speak of the devil.
No sooner had Odette glanced over her shoulder than Kursha rolled into view amid a cloud of dust and debris. The squeakbeasts, distracted from their prey, turned their ire on the greenblood. Gathering in a swarm, they rushed towards him. Their claws and teeth dug into him in a dozen different places, and he let out a yelp. Rising to his feet, he began to beat at the animals with the butt of his rifle. The weapon met mostly empty air, and cursing, he flipped the weapon around. A second later, a burst of light exploded in the darkness. In the echoes of the gunfire the rodents scattered, disappearing into the gloom.
“Odette.” Though his eyes were still adjusting, he had glimpsed Odette's silhouette in the sudden light. Making a rough estimate of her distance, he marched over to where the redblood stood. Without warning, he threw a punch at her head with his left arm, hard enough to sting, but not enough to cause any lasting damage. Probably.
“What the hell?” he exclaimed in exasperation.