Thursday, 13 July 2017

A Demon's Thought Process Mid Battle

Her boot came down on my throat hard enough to cut off my breathing but not hard enough to break anything. Had I not been panicking about what I would do next, I may well have complimented her on the skill and control needed to pull off such a difficult move.

But then she swung the sword with a painfully obvious untalented hand, the blow barely breaking the skin of my temple.

As I took out her leg and rose, one thought sprung to mind as I ripped her heart from her chest.

Good thing I hadn't complemented dumb luck.

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