Kyrian herd the sound of fighting around the next corner. Cautiously, hidden in the shadows, he rounded the corner. A young woman with deep brown hair dressed in a torn white t-shirt that settled like a shoulder shirt with the sleeves partially torn off that clung revealing her curves and stopped in a v-like shape revealing her stomach, she also had brown skinny-jeans that were torn acrossed the knees and thighs, she wore brown fingerless gloves that matched her jeans, she was also bare-foot, her hair was pulled back in a tight braid that reached her waist, while her fluffy side bangs fell in her face. Her petite form was almost impossible to see from the group of tall mortens that had her surrounded. Her wide blue eyes portrayed fear, when one of the mortens spoke in a deep voice,

"You can't escape us, you will be ours. You belong to us." her eyes flashed and for a moment Kyrian swore they weren't human and there had been a predatory gleam in them. Her horrified expression morphed into a smirk. She cocked her head to the side,

"You really believe that?" she asked in mock sympathy, "Pathetic." She launched toward the nearest one with lightning speed. She swept its feet out from under it, snagging its ankle, she swung it around like a rag-doll into two others who had just begun to move, grinning all the while, sporting a white fanged smile. Uniquely she had top and bottom fangs, Kyrian was snapped out of his musings when he had to dodge a morten that flew by over his head. Eyes wide he decided that now would be a good time to intervene if only to help the woman; even though didn't look like she needed any. He unsheathed his sword seeing these mortens were out for blood and joined the battle with a feeling he hadn't had in a while to say the least.

"Having fun there?" She called out as she noticed him join in, a light but pretty accent laced in her voice that he could place anywhere. She smirked and walked over to him, pausing and leaning back so he swung his sword above her, slicing the morten behind her in half. She continued over backwards in a series of flips, landing on a huge morten's shoulders. She put a hand on either side of its head before twisting it sharply to the left. A sharp pop was heard as it began to collapse as she flipped off the thing's shoulders landing neatly on her feet in a crouch, standing in one smooth movement.

She strut over to Kyrian pausing right in front of him, uncomfortably close in Kyrian's point of view. She cocked her head to the side slightly, looking him up and down, a small smirk blooming on her features at his uncomfortable and indifferent stance. He looked down at her curiously "You know, I haven't gotten your name yet," he announced clearing his throat.

She looked up at him, her smirk morphing into a mischievous grin, "You can call me Kitten," she leaned in on her toes before he could think. She planted a kiss on his lips before spinning around and racing off into the night. "Later handsome!" she called over her shoulder as she disappeared into the shadows and winding alleys.