[center]She’d instantly spotted the dagger flying her way and she dodged it quickly, but she did not have to follow through with another arrow as she saw Kieran up once more. Clara had turned quickly and yanked her own dagger from the other man’s chest where she’d left it; his struggle to hang onto whatever shred of life he had in him had died off moments before. She’d wiped the blade on his shirt to clean it before turning once more to check on Kieran. As she suspected, he’d finished the job just as she’d replaced her dagger back from where it came. 

The girl had lingered for a moment longer, preparing to take her leave before his voice had given her pause. He had wanted her help? What with his other fledgling left alone at home? It was one thing to save Kieran’s ass for the sake of killing him herself, but why the hell should she help him protect the other? Immediately she had wanted to refuse - but instinct had her doing otherwise. She’d nearly groaned, but held it back as she made her way towards him - noticing that he’d already headed off. The man had resilience, that was for certain...

Clara glanced down at the body he’d just left with a frown before she followed after him, the sting of the cut on her arm gaining her attention for a moment. Son of a bitch, one of them [i]did[/i] manage to get her, didn’t they? None the matter - Kieran was worse for wear. “Clearly you have far more things to worry about other than me..” Clara murmured as she stepped over the body and moved a little quicker to match his strides. 

“Who the hell are they anyway and what did you do to piss [i]them[/i] off?” There it was again - she’d felt the pull suddenly sharpen, something she wasn’t necessarily used to. All of these feelings; it was so foreign and odd to her. And even still, she couldn’t believe she was about to go and help him protect his little replacement for her... 

She knew full well where he was headed- she was only just there the night before, after all.[/center][@Arista]