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Second Sun #112

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Something swished past her head, swiftly returned, then hit her across the face, drawing a thin line of blood. She raised her sword hand to protect herself, but whatever it was hissed through the blackness once more then flicked itself around her wrist. Sticky fluid oozed from it, running down her arms: the smell was repellent, a stench of rotting vegetation that caught Hevne's throat and made her gag.
Unwilling yet to use her sword, she locked her legs around what she now knew to be a long and narrow body and felt with her free hand for a head.

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    Christopher 17 days ago

    Hevne has more willpower than I do. I would've used the sword straightaway!

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    Drew Martyn 17 days ago

    I'd have a choice, I reckon - sword, or run like hell. Probably the latter!

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    Christopher 17 days ago

    That's an even better suggestion!

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    Neville Hunt 17 days ago

    I go for run like hell too, but I’d’ve done it a few drabbles ago! 😏

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