Birthright

“Ffft.” Was the only response Sabra got as Valerie lifted her hand to motion towards the thing. Waist height for Sabra meant it stood on all fours and reached the blonde’s ribcage. If it were a dog, she’d have barely blinked. However, a dog it was not, and dead it already was. It could do a lot of damage with those bones and she took a step back as it let out an ungodly roar that shouldn’t have been possible. While Sabra distracted it with one of her own in retaliation, like a pair of bickering rivals, her fingers scraped at the dirt until she found the shovel.

One thing was for sure, Sabra didn’t have to tell her twice.

Valerie swung the shovel above her head and leapt across the hole, bringing it solidly down at the back of it’s neck as she landed. The sound as metal cleaved bone made her ears want to bleed, or maybe that was the things last shriek as it’s jaw fell off, the skull dropping the next second to bounce once while the body crumbled like a house of cards. Bones clattered together into a jumbled pile and the blonde wiped a dirty hand across her forehead.

“Okay.” She breathed, turning her attention back to the brunette. “Who is getting this gift, and what’s the reason I’ll be pleased about?”