What an awful song.
Irene had known ever inch of the courtyard. It had more or less remained the same since her own says as a student, now pampered and cared for well by their beloved landscaper, wherever he might have been. She tapped her nails nimbly against the window sill, seeing various beats and monsters pulled into the earth, their master seemingly disappearing from whence they came. Another small shape stood, seemingly no older than a child, dark hounds stuck on her own sort of chain. They appeared to leave no numbers spared.
The smallest hint of a smile gave way as she pulled herself up into the window, stepping out and letting herself fall, the wind catching her coat and blowing back her choppy blonde hair. The bushes and flowers below caught her, gripping onto her feet and delicately cushioning her fall. Her emerald eyes darted up, hooking onto the closer creature near her.
The teacher straightened herself out. "Is this all?" She wondered, her voice low. The monster let out a vicious snarl, turning forward and charging at her. She flicked her wrist. The earth below them rumbled, soft soil kicking up and giving way to the tiniest sprout. In the blink of an eye, it surged, a sickening red vine piercing up - forcing its own way through the beasts neck and finding its resting place - just between its eyes.
Satisfaction glimmered in her eyes as it collapsed. One down. If they were all this simple, she'd be ashamed if the slaughter would keep her a minute from dinner.
