"You launched him too far Etan!" Balin shouted in admonishment towards one of the squad captains. Anyone working for royalty was the cream of the crop but some individuals would always fall through the cracks. Etan's battle sense was clearly lacking.
'Damn it!' Balin complained inwardly. If one good thing did come of it however was that the launch had alerted him of a new threat.
The skeletons in the report. Devil skulls as some had now nicknamed them. Why? Well, for those at or below the B-rank, their appearance would remain ingrained in their heads.
The dark figures with teeth as sharp as nails. Their hollow sockets containing unconcealed deep seethed hatred. Their battered body that depicted their broken nature and suggested great history. They were devils. For at no point did they show anything but killing intent and animosity.
"These are its death throes! We almost have it!" Balin yelled suddenly before starting to run towards the enemies.
Hey look, I got it right on time! I wrote quite a bit yet I'm not sure if I like how it turned out. Maybe it's not festive enough...
Merry Christmas!!!! I hope your Christmas spirit doesn't die in a blaze of glory!!!
Thanks for reading and I know it's not Thanksgiving but I think it's really cool that I'm still writing this and it's December. The next year is just around the corner. I wonder what it has in store with you guys in the mix. So thanks! I look forward to it.