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Oh thank--anyone. She was so joyful that this unnamed man had finally had some luck that she couldn't feel how her boot was sinking into the snow. Green eyes strayed from the dead corpse, looking at the two birds that remained.

She tried, arm flinging outward, just as she felt her balance topple. The dancer barely held on as she crashed to her own knees, the leather meekly tapping into one of the two surviving bird's stomachs. Not even a squawk as the creature continued to beat them down.

Marisol's Health: 22 - 5 = 17 HP
Bird's Health: 22 - (50% x 4) = 20 HP

Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)

Marisol grit her teeth, forcing herself up, and glowered at the creature that had taken up a position between them. Well that was it's mistake because she was furious now. She lunged, unexpectedly, tossing her arm forward and grinning as the whip wrapped around the bird's throat. With a firm yank, she pulled it down to the snow and looked up.

"Give it all you got, I don't know how long I can hold it!" she yelled, as she offered a prayer to Hermes. He had chosen her; he'd damn well better get her out of this alive. Or so hope him, she'd find a way to torture him.

Marisol's Health: 17 - 5 = 12 HP
Bird's Health: 18 - (200% x 4) = 10 HP

Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)

The last shot went to her. She had started the fight and now she would end it.

With nothing but the rage that crackled underneath her skin, she lashed out. The whip cracked in the air before slamming down on the bird. The damn thing had tormented them for the last time and while their was no satisfaction, there was relief that sang in her blood. She was alive as the bird's eyes went glassy, dulled by death. She was alive.

"Let's not do this again," she laughed at the man who she had roused her curiosity enough to come out here. And then to show she had no hard feelings, she reached out a hand, "Marisol Whelan, Hermes."

Marisol's Health: 12 - 5 = 8 HP
Bird's Health: 2 - (50% x 4) = 0 HP

Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)

The kindness wasn't lost on her as she took the hand offered. She had a feeling that hers were only marginally cleaner though especially with all the bits of--honestly, she didn't want to know what was inside them--that were clinging to the whip's leather. Perhaps she'd let it drag through the snow to get cleaned...

"I'm sure you'd have done the same for me," although the quirk of her lips was enough to say that was a more generic statement than a personal one. With a grin, "It'd be a bad move to start off my career as a chosen by letting one of my own god's chosen die. You're welcome, though, these birds are a lot tougher than they look."

The carcasses weren't nearly as interesting as the first one she'd down by herself. There didn't seem to be any feathers that had fallen off and she wasn't about to root around. A con was one thing, desecrating a corpse--even one as evil as these--was a little too much for her right now.

With a shake of her head, she stepped away, "That's all right. I think I've seen enough of them." Once the snow had helped to discard most of the bits left on her whip, she wound it up. "I think a respite in the hotel and soap are exactly what we need." She nodded as she began to walk with Zan to the relative safety of the building.