VanyaDesnow

I was falling. Falling on to the cold black street. The night was cold but all I felt was warm liquid all around me. My hair was everywhere and my headband was nowhere to be seen. That's when I saw it. The smooth grey surface disappeared into my gut and reappeared in my lower back. The sword dripped my blood to the floor with a sickening sound and it took all the strength I had left to hold back from vomiting. My vision was starting to fade and black figures were swarming what was left of it. "Shit! She's down!" I heard a man with a German accent yelling followed by another, more French sounding, man's voice. "Damn, are we too late?" Two of