Noir's eyelids had just begun a weary descent when she heard the odd, unnatural library of noises she had grown quite familiar with. Heartless were nearby. Cursing vehemently under her breath, she wiped at her eyes and remained utterly silent, listening. Just to be sure. It resounded again, far more pronounced, as if they were cornering her. A sharp clicking noise, followed by distant responses. A tribe, a pack- whatever the term was, there were more than one.
Rising to her feet, Noir began to edge toward the open sands near water. Black antennae flickered in her vision and she stifled a sound of relief. Just the typical Shadows. But nevertheless, even those could still be a threat. Her weapons materialized in her grip, but she didn't need them for this. Noir carefully pinpointed her focus on the places where the heartless would most likely emerge, eyes narrowed to battle-ready slits.
Mere seconds after they appeared, three Shadows were encased in a flare that sprang
at their feet. But she wasn't as lucky as this let on- two charged at her sides, their
claws swiping in fury and endless hunger. Shallow scratches dug into her lower legs.
She gritted her teeth and slashed through the twin heartless rapidly, watching them fade to nothing as she pawed at the injuries in disgust. She didn't have time to soothe the horrible stinging growing on her skin, because more always followed the first. She
knew from experience. Pushing herself to a steady sprint across the dirt northwards,
plants whipped at her scratches painfully, as if taunting her. The thought nearly made her smirk.