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The Evil One reached out with a hand, touching Miss Katja's jaw. The smile that curved his cruel mouth did not fill Talbastian with any sort of hope. He is evil. He is bad! Go away! Tally prayed.But the Evil One was not listening. His yellow eyes looked at Miss Katja, "Indeed, you can help me, milady..."
Katja moved her jaw away from his touch, "What help would your kind need from me?"
He frowned, "It is not truly your help I require, Lady. It is you."
Katja's eyes narrowed, "You shan't have me, I'm afraid."
Quick as a striking snake, the demon whipped out a hand, picking up Katja by her throat, "I'm afraid you haven't a choice in the matter, Lady."
Tally watched in growing anger and fear, each warring with the other. His little handpaw went to his tiny knife. He could not sit here and watch the Evil One do this! He grasped the hilt of his knife and stood up. Yet, he didn't even have a chance to draw it.
Like the cats she resembled, Katja struck back with equal swiftness. The Dagger of Mystics coming free of its sheath in a silver streak, lashing across the demon's forearm, drawing black inky blood. She lashed out with a hand, her retractile claws ripping across the demon's cheek. The Evil One dropped her, and she landed on her feet, backflipping to put some distance between them.
Reaching into the top of her thigh-high boots, Katja pulls out three shuriken that are secreted there. With the flick of a hand, she sends all three flying with incredible accuracy. Yet, the demon only raises his wounded forearm, catching all three in it, laughing darkly. His luminous yellow eyes look at the catwoman, and he bares his fangs.
"Is that the best you can do?"
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