Easy Prey
She felt heat pulsing down her fingertips,
but suddenly it subsided,
hands at her hips,
after the sword, roared, and glided,
“ Help the demon...”
Was the gesture he made,
but she made that quickly fade,
and she drew thin satisfaction,
as the demon tried to re-converge,
the demon staggered, stumbled, tumbled,
she attacked,
he fell over,
crushing stones with his back,
the woman fought on,
stubbornly dodging the demon’s claws,
remembering that the beast thought humans,
had so many flaws,
now the defeated demon squeezed his eyes shut,
as he found out that the humans had something to show,
as that woman dealt the fatal blow,
that day,
it was the demon who became easy prey.
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