Miranda twisted, quickly knocking the fresh dirt from her
hands and trying to ignore the gravestone at her back. She stood looking for those who were in
pursuit but she could no longer see or hear them. A growl escaped her, she could smell them and
they were close. She turned back to face
her destiny, the old katana now leaned against the tombstone. She quickly grabbed it, growling again, she
felt it from within. Like a reflex, her
entire body reacted raising her blade in time to block the strike of another…
Wonderful imagery. Great Post
ReplyDeleteFantastic post, Steven, and a wonderful image!
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