Kanaf like kevlar

“What is this stuff?” asked the one called Seo. He tugged the strands of her kanaf, all that remained of the mystic fibers that normally cloaked her. Another thing lost in the battle.
“Can’t tell,” said the one called Kessler. “Fiber’s stiff, like Kevlar.” He tugged and it popped out of the slit in her back. “These six lacerations on her back are different from the others. Too symmetrical, not bloody enough, and this black stuff looks like it got… worked into it somehow. Almost like she’s attached to it.”
“They don’t match the other wounds. Maybe two different guys worked her over.”
“You’d need a scalpel to do this. Probably not even that. These remind me less of cuts and more of… gills.”
The butchers cut away the last of her kanaf. How long before it would regrow?


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