The demon scam
You narrow your eyes at the hyenas, ready to take your chances with them in a battle. It's not like you'd have much chance running away from them anyway.
The snarling bunch creep closer and before you can think of anything else to do, the first one leaps at you with a low growl. Hoping for the best, you strike at it with your dagger. It sinks in, but the beast still knocks you over, it's sharp claws scraping your side.
You wince with pain, but there is no time to catch your breath as another beast leaps at you. Fighting desperately, you slash it across the throat. You quickly push yourself up, ignoring the pain in your side, just in time to twirl around and kick at an hyena that is attacking from behind. Just as you think all hope is lost, you see from the corner of your eye how someone, or something leaps at the pack of hyenas, chasing the rest of them away.
You lift your head, feeling sick from the the pain in your wound, to see a female cat-demon stand there and look down at you with a little smirk. "Hey there, cutie," she says. "Having fun, are you?"
Off course, she thinks that you are a demon, and wounds like these are like scratches to them.
(Please remember the letter L.)
The snarling bunch creep closer and before you can think of anything else to do, the first one leaps at you with a low growl. Hoping for the best, you strike at it with your dagger. It sinks in, but the beast still knocks you over, it's sharp claws scraping your side.
You wince with pain, but there is no time to catch your breath as another beast leaps at you. Fighting desperately, you slash it across the throat. You quickly push yourself up, ignoring the pain in your side, just in time to twirl around and kick at an hyena that is attacking from behind. Just as you think all hope is lost, you see from the corner of your eye how someone, or something leaps at the pack of hyenas, chasing the rest of them away.
You lift your head, feeling sick from the the pain in your wound, to see a female cat-demon stand there and look down at you with a little smirk. "Hey there, cutie," she says. "Having fun, are you?"
Off course, she thinks that you are a demon, and wounds like these are like scratches to them.
(Please remember the letter L.)