[Sadrain]

December 5th, Chicago. Sewer #17.

Leila glanced at him, to see the man grinning. "What kind of person says that and smiles?" she thought, frowning lightly, but then looked away. He really was tough, to be able to even talk during the poisoning. The girl had even injected a little over the dose the man of his size would need. Leila could not understand Amante, no matter how hard she tried. There was something that made him different than the typical noble-I-had-a-bad-life type, but the girl couldn't make out what it was.

Well, besides his damned arrogance, that is. Taken by surprise, Leila didn't manage to avoid ending up mouth to mouth with him. It was more like a lip smack than a kiss, but her eyes went wide and the girl was obviously taken aback. He whispered something in her ear, and in that moment, she regained ability to move. "What the..." she gasped and pushed him away, but it was badly timed, and Amante threw Leila against the wall next moment.

Shadows cushioned the crush and for a brief moment, she disappeared in the darkness. Leila watched in horror the scene evolving before her, but then she lunged forwards. Instead of the fair girl, there was just a shadowy body, yet it more firm and detailed than that of regular shadow minions. Among the pair of shadow wings on her back, now there were tentacles that grabbed the strange female monster by limbs and pulled her back. With a whirl in the air, Leila threw the being against the wall, then the other, while some shadow minions attached themselves to it, covering its sight. Deep gashed opened on being's body, from their scratches and stabs.

Leila aimed and shot, but the poisoned arrow hit not chest, but leg, and not with enough force to harm the being. "Fuck," Leila thought and then flew higher, still trying to restrain the monster with shadows, while she worked on her other magic. It was safer to work ranged with this one, for sure. Without an audible command, bunch of shadows partially covered and hid Amante.