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Trinity
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I didn't want to carry that frozen head in my hands all the way back to the battle. At least, I didn't want to carry it in my hands. I didn't want to touch any part of that crazy bitch that had caused all of this. So, instead of touching her at all, stabbed my sword through the bottom of her neck.
The tip of my blade slid in effortlessly past the ice, skin, bone, and everything else that was in between it and the brain. I knew for a fact that the blade had slid in far enough so that it was planted firmly in the soft, vital organ.
Now that her head was skewered enough for me to carry it, I put my sword over my shoulder and walked back toward the barrier that separated me from the outside world. I had an image of someone with a hobo stick walking through the dark countryside as I made my way out of this place.