Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Exceedingly Late Friday Fiction: Lisa and the Light Pt. 9

The first figure she was able to spot came at Lisa with inhuman speed. Its green face filled with sharp yellow teeth, a rusty cleaver between its misshapen paws, it lunged at her chest and tried to drive the metal into her heart.

Lisa would not have it.

Shoulder down, she deflected the blow off her armor. The creature didn't seem to have much weight and was easily deflected. Her arm guided the glowing hammer around tot he creatures ribs and it barely dodged out of the way. It stared her down as it found solid ground, the red eyes of it maniacal, lustful, passionate. It wanted her. The sharp teeth and the cleaver made it clear. It wanted to eat her. Lisa's gut twisted as she made the realization, as the adrenaline met with clarity of mind in a cocktail of offensive self-defense. Like knowing she had to end a relationship, the same gut crushing feeling, she knew she had to kill this creature, this monster.

Lisa didn't mind the thought.

Another arrow from something in the trees, a flash of more yellow teeth of bloody red eyes of malice and madness, Lisa thought she saw it all. The missile hit her shield and stuck out from it, laughter sounded from her adversaries, the unseen and the one before her and then the beast was on her again, its cleaver swiping low. Lisa dodged the attack, though she was growing tired, she had to end this soon before she made a mistake before she was stuck dead in this dream world. As the creature picked itself up off the ground she maneuvered the weight of the hammer into the air above the monster and let its weight crash over its head. It didn't move in time, she didn't know why it didn't, she didn't know if it was stunned from missing or lost in a rage, or if luck was on her side. But as the weight made contact Lisa heard a distinct crack the sounded through the surrounding trees and the creature fell to the ground.

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