September 23, 2016 by dellanioakes
The bandit screamed, babbled, begged For Mercy. Itza couldn’t hear him. The blood pounded in her ears and fury blinded her. She was completely focused on her opponent, but had anyone else gotten into her line of attack, she would probably have killed them too. She was unstoppable, unpredictable, a conflagration of maniacal madness which could only be defused by burning itself completely out, extinguished in blood.
© 2016 Dellani Oakes