My eyes narrowed and became golden. This girl had annoyed be and dismissed me once too many times. My arm shot out and grabbed her shoulder, becoming covered with spikes as it did, biting painfully into her skin. She gasped in pain and whirled around, a murderous look in here eyes.
I screamed in pain as he dug spikes into my shoulder. I whirled around, my eyes turning light red. "You wanna play that way? Fine." I cracked my knuckles and darkness surrounded me. "Just remember you threw the first punch."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Ah. Finally, the girl would realize who was the more powerful one. Bloodlust increased my changing process. I swelled and sprouted extra limbs, also growing three different sets of wings in the process. Now standing six times Molly, all six of my heads roared, and she paled, though she remained standing stubbornly in front of me, darkness gathering around her. Two of my heads lunged, one shot lightning, another fire, another poison and yet another ice.
I glance up at him, pissed off. "Uh-huh. Okay." I muttered. He throws a couple things at me and I duck, lighting passing right above me. I swung my blade, cutting his ankle. He swings and hits me, throwing me into the wall. I stand, crossing my arms. "What the hell is your problem?!?!" I asked, pissed off.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Yay for debunking and utterly shaming my all-powerful chaos being, Pix
Mirav
"I've given you plenty of opportunities to yield," I howled, My heads darter out and pinned her against a wall. "Now you die unless you agree to my terms!"
Befor I knew it, darkness arises out of the ground and blows my hair up as I murmer a chant, the dead arising as well. Darkness blows him into the wall and I grin, chuckling.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"You are, indeed, powerful," I rasped. "But no match for me!" My body shifts, and my arms become spiked and gelatinous. I shoot them at Molly, raising my wings so as to cut off her means of escape.
He shoots spikes at me and two go into my shoulder. I scream in pain, yanking them out. I rolled my shoulder back in fourth, sighing. I focused on the dead again, chanting. Dark clouds formed over the sky and I started chanting greek. When I opened my eyes they were red. I turned almost invisible, using that to my advantage.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The girl turned invisible... powerful magic. But no matter. She couldn't hide the blood that was spilled, or it's smell, for that matter. I moved, trying to cut her off, swaying slightly from side to side.
I tried not to breathe too heavy, throwing a punch. He turns and I slyly go where he turned from elbowing his back. I concentrated and stopped his bloodflow, already feeling his pulse weaken.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I felt the girl trying to cut off my bloodflow. Silly her - she didn't know that I couldn't be killed that easily, although my head was spinning slightly. With a furious backhand stroke, I sent her flying into a wall. She crashed through it and continued, dripping blood.
I materialized in front of her before she could finish saying my name. "Oui?" I ask. She pointed at the blood and then at the hideous creature. Sighing, i unsheathed my sword and sliced. Daggers made of darkness flew off the blade slamming into the creature.
Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And then the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!
Daggers of darkness hit me, and I staggered back. "Quoqe tu, Cheer?" I rasped. "Very well. Your demise is assured!" I morphed into a more scaly monstrosity, a multicolored, scaly trunk replacing my legs, and twelve heads burst from my neck. Most lunged at Cheer directly, though others formed a cage so that he couldn't dodge away.
As a former (and rather excellent) liar herself, Aru knew that, sometimes, speaking the truth felt like wrenching a thorn out of your side. But doing the opposite meant pretending it wasn't there. And that made every single step ache. It was no way to live. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality
