Instead, she craned her neck backwards to see a large dog-like creature. Its fur was oil black, feathers as dark as its fur growing along its spine and tail. The strangest thing about it was the tiny wings that sprouted from its shoulders, covered in the same feathers. Although it probably wasn't trying to, its sharp claws pierced through her uniform and into her back.
"I forgot about this thing," she mumbled to herself. More loudly she added, "You need to learn some new tricks!"
With that, she struggled to move her legs to activate the alchemy circles, but the dog had pinned them down with its own hind paws. She swore quietly. She hated having to sink this low. Twisting her head to the ground, she flicked out her tongue and licked the ground. In seconds a large pillar flew out of the side of one of the gray buildings and rammed into the side of the beast. With a yelp, it was sent flying into the opposing wall, crashing though a window. Freed, the girl clicked her foot against the ground harder than she intended to, raising a thick stone wall between Aryn and her.
"Dammit Blayne!" she heard Aryn shout as she tore out of the alley. When she reached the streets, she dusted herself off, adjusted her hat, and attempted a casual walk in the empty street. She slipped her hands into her pockets and stopped dead in her tracks. The gloves were gone.
How Aryn had managed to slip her hands into her pockets, Blayne didn't know. What she did know was that now she had to track Aryn down. Again.