Thursday, April 17, 2014

100 Words a Day 588

Cecil watched the monster warily. His former friend’s arms had been turned into snakes. They hovered in the air, looking for an opening. Cecil advanced with his sword held before him. Before he could strike, the snakes were on him. He did his best to dodge their fanged mouths, but when he broke away he was bleeding in several places.

His former friend flashed him a monstrous grin while the snakes waited for him to attack again. Cecil steeled himself and advanced anew. This time, he accepted the bites of the snakes and struck the head from the former man.

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