[ IP ] The Last Stand

Smoke cut off all sight, soft breathing filled the air and distant paw steps echoed on fire-blackened earth. Bertha her fur bright as a distant star stood back-to-back with Ammatr and his fur was black as night but for the patch upon his back. They grasped each a sword and shield with angered strength for they were the last that had not fallen to the great foe. 
 
 The tassels on Bertha's winged helm clinked against her shield and it spurred Amattr to shout, `` You cower, creature, and you claim greater strength than I? You disgust me!'' 
 
 Wordless laughter caused both to whirl. Great eyes, slitted like a snake's and green as emeralds pierced the smoke before them. Blood gleamed on its claws and harsh cries left Bertha and Amattr's throats as enraged like the berserkers of old they rushed the cat. It would not live to see the sun's rising... nor would they.
