Friday, January 27, 2017

100 Words a Day 1009

She rolled up her sleeves in preparation, revealing a series of black splotches on her arms.

“What’s that?” someone in the crowd demanded. “Plague?”

“And if it is? What about it?” the woman snarled, turning towards the man and drawing her sword.

He took a step back. As did everyone who had formed a ring around the combatants.

Blades drawn, the two circled.

The man lunged forward, sword rushing towards the woman. In a puff of inky smoke, she vanished. He felt something sharp against his kidney. Turning his head, he saw the woman behind him, arms now entire black.

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