I introduce you to the world of....
"Duel."
.... nothing hurts."
Devastation. Catastrophe. Admiring the casualties,
wiping the blood off casually. Succeeding redemption.
Blasphemy fills her veins. The rain enhances her power,
streamlines to her brain: the start of the deadliest hour.
A counter. Dagger. Chain. Unlimited weapons of choice.
He cowers, staggers, sways.... another enemy slayed.
No matter the waves, assaults. Fire, grenades tossed.
Her serenades a slicker blade. Chests split. Heads off.
Her petite frame is bait. A deception, a lie & a hoax.
The darkness within awakes & and brings fright to her foes.
A reflection of her cunning wits rocking a Dracula cloak.
Her Sephiroth's sword stunning hiss deals immaculate blows.
Silence looms. Death's second hand. Amid the smoke & the fumes.
The stench of human carcass; bodies laid out without being exhumed.
She stands in the midst, amiss the tragedy laid at her feet.
She never quivers from the sight, she never stares at defeat.
The few cuts are no cause for worry, neither the few bullets lodged in.
"That Gravedigger will regret ever building my coffin".
She scoffs at the thought. No man ever gave her the credit due.
Imagine the looks on their faces if they caught a glimpse of this dreaded view!
The wind howled in celebration. Her sword beamed, dripping blood.
Her adrenaline peaked- the fury inside ready to spread like a flood.
She sensed their presence: 3 giant ogres wielding axes, closing in.
"This'll be easy," she thought to herself. "Of course it is. Every time."
"When you win,....
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