A figure stood before her, familiar with the red colouring, but Kyra couldn't quite place a name to the face she was seeing. She was far too focused on the encampment, the people in it who had caused so much damage. She could see some of their faces, hovering from the vision that had been provided to her back in the cave where they had found the guardian.
"Ruby...this...this is them. These are the people from the vision. The ones who did all the damage...who killed the guardian..."
Ruby. She remembered suddenly. She had come here with Ruby, to figure out what was going on. Ruby, who had stood by her side, through everything. Ruby, who had protected her, and in return Kyra had protected. The little cat-girl had become a dear friend to her, who had gone along with her silly ideas and not complained. She knew that Ruby would follow her here, do what was necessary. She knew it.
"Ruby...they all need to die. I'm going to kill them. All of them."
Her scythe in hand, Kyra stepped forward toward the encampment, a dangerous glint in her eyes as the swirl of blood around her almost seemed to thicken and speed up. A small gust of wind suddenly sprung up around Kyra's form, disturbing her hair and the few leaves around her, clearly centralised around the fox girl's form.
