The Ninja Epidemic
You charge in at him letting a primal growl of fury escape your mouth as you go. You hold your blade up as you go, fully prepared to strike at him the moment you are in range.
But you never get within range, because the reach of his katana is broader by far than your little butcher knife. He punctures your stomach on the tip of his blade and seems to take some sort of sick pleasure in driving it further in until it rips through your back.
You stand there for what seems like hours, standing only because the ninja is holding you up with his blade, until the ninja retracts his katana and removes it from you. Then you drop to the ground and watch as the green grass is flooded with the deep red of your blood.
But you never get within range, because the reach of his katana is broader by far than your little butcher knife. He punctures your stomach on the tip of his blade and seems to take some sort of sick pleasure in driving it further in until it rips through your back.
You stand there for what seems like hours, standing only because the ninja is holding you up with his blade, until the ninja retracts his katana and removes it from you. Then you drop to the ground and watch as the green grass is flooded with the deep red of your blood.
