but why did you
move the mirrors?
Her swipes might have caused the phantom grunt of pain here or there, but largely, it was ineffective. Roana might have bested rock-cats and spire demons in the past, but banded together as the monsters were, a woman and her claymore did not an army make. Like that one scene in the Matrix where Neo is enveloped by the metallic stuff, they cover Roana inside and out, breaking down muscle and bone, though leaving her face for last so that she might helplessly cry out into the cold and dark night. The last thing she will hear will be her own screams and the silence that follows. They fester in her belly, eating away at the balls of her feet, sliding along her muscles in an orchestra of agony perfectly executed.
Meanwhile, the children had run frantically to the guildhall, their tiny fists pounding on the door. "Help help! It got the lady! We didn't know! Please let us in! It's got her!!"
Meanwhile, the children had run frantically to the guildhall, their tiny fists pounding on the door. "Help help! It got the lady! We didn't know! Please let us in! It's got her!!"
we miss watching you
LONGNiGht
