The chimera had the face of a wolf, but its neck was far too long to be called one. Its teeth were sharp enough to chomp off a limb or two in the quickest way possible. As it was recovering from charging through the door, its face said it all – this chimera was out for blood.
Just as Grim and Dart were about to get pounced on again, they saw a dagger thrown into the ground, mere inches away from Grim's feet. "What is with you guys and my feet!?" he annoyedly shouted and looked at the direction from where it came from.
"You really think even with a chimera of your own, that you can kill this thing?" She asked with heavy tones, the words rolling off their tongue with the unfamiliarity of the language.
She wore a pink buttoned dress paired with black trousers finished with a half-coat. She had only had sandals on and her long black hair was tied back. It did not look like she was from the nearby slums at all.
Grim got infuriated. In his mind, this was another chimera hunter that was going to steal his prize away from him. "Back off, lady! We got here first, you're not stealing our prey away from us! He shouted at her.
"Fine. Be my guest, I am sure you will come crawling to me for help, so, I am going to sit right here." The lady looked to be in her late twenties and early thirties. She sat atop the old woman's house and made herself comfortable for the battle about to commence.
"That's right, just sit there and watch as we kill this thing ourselves, isn't that right, Dart?" He grinned as he asked his chimera. "For sure!"
Roughly ten minutes after…
"Shoot. What is that thing made of?!" Dart shouted.
"We have only been dodging its attacks so far! It is too hard to even do that, landing a blow on this thing looks to be out of the picture." Grim thought to himself.