Amon summoned his sword and gripped it tightly in his hand. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest. Fear, rage, and sadness were blooming inside him. He was feeling all emotions at the same time. He got on his feet.
With gritted teeth, he dashed forward. He strode fast, with all his strength.
"You-"
The creepy woman hurled Vixra's body on the ground.
Thud!
With a thud, she fell.
The sword now out of her body, Vixra looked up at Amon. Blood flowed from her mouth as her hand clutched her stomach, where the sword had thrust. She looked up at Amon. With her last strength, she muttered, "Ju-Junior... R-run..."
Amon was already close to them.
But before he could even swing his blade,
Swish!
A sharp sound cut through the night air. Flesh was cut cleanly.
Something rolled across the ground, bumping softly against his boot.
His breath hitched. Slowly, his gaze dropped.
There, resting by his feet, was a head. Her head.
