Posted about 5 years ago
Spirit got down, landing with his hands on the ground and almost sitting down. He got up, his assassin cloak and clothes stood out from the forest and everything else. His boots were brown, with a metal underside. He walked casually, his sword was drawn and his eyes were narrowed forward. He got behind a tree quickly, hearing yet another demon approach. He pointed his sword downward, waiting for it to get closer. When it was about to pass him, he leapt out and slashed his sword once horizantally to the left so he demolished the demon's head straight off it's shoulders. Spirit stood properly, putting his sword back in his belt, unaware he was being watched.
Ever felt alone? Your not the only one. Take me for example. I've always felt alone..
"Well... You put up more of a fight than I would have thought possible out of such a soft boy. But don't clap for yourself quite yet. That sword of yours is the only reason you still live. Still... it hardly seems fair, being of my position..."