14AmyChan: This couple needs a touch more love

Nim: *holding her spear* It seems as though everyone has forgotten about us...

Willium: *holding his cards* It could be that they're so wrapped up with the current plotline they've forgotten us

14AmyChan: I haven't forgotten yooooou! I don't own Arch!

Prompt 10: Party

It was a warm night. Calm. Peaceful. Anything a person could want with a midsummer's night. Moonlight filtered gently through softly swaying trees, singing a sweet song for slumbering silhouettes that lay within their homes. Coin Island was completely serene at this hour of eleven o—

"Ack!" a voice cried out before the clang of metal against bone ripped through the night air. A woman—donned in a white fur hunting jacket and earth-toned pants and boots—raised her spear and allowed it to clang uselessly against the dangerous animal's skull. With a patronizing hiss, the creature turned to the demon huntress.

"You dare—"

Nim interrupted the demon's scoff with another hit to its head with her spear. Through her war paint, one could make out the somewhat frightening smirk on her face. "Yes, I dare, because I am the greatest demon hunter on this island!"

The creature reared its ugly head, attempting to alleviate the headache this human was giving it. This weak morsel should be taught a lesson. One that she would not survive to learn from, but a lesson nonetheless.

Without much warning, Nim skirted off to the peripheral vision of the monster. It turned its head to keep both eyes on its prey.

Suddenly, immense pain blossomed in the back of the creatures neck. It howled in pain and thrashed madly, knocking a second figure to the ground harshly. He made not a sound as he rose to his feet easily and pulled out one of his cards.

"The Page of Swords," Willium Drake announced, allowing a magical blue sword to protrude from the card. He charged swiftly in towards the creature, dodging attacks along the way. The creature's sole focus was on this new demon hunter.

Which allowed Nim easy access to the back of the demon, where Willium's original sword lay half-buried in the neck of the monster. As quick as lightning, the huntress grabbed the magical blue sword by the hilt and dug it further into the demon's flesh, earning another howl of pain. This injury, however, was only half of the throbbing the creature was suffering. Willium had reached his target on the underside of the thing, and had stuck his sword deep in the monster's heart.

As the two swords plunged further into the creature, it howled ferociously. One monsterous paw whacked Willium to the side, and the beast managed to fling Nim off of its back. Neither of the demon hunters returned to their prey, however.

It would be dead within a few moments should it continue to struggle.

The two watched as the life ebbed away from this monsterous killer, and both knew that their home, that Coin Island, was safe once again.

"You know, it really isn't a party unless the demon actually dies," Nim mused aloud after the creature's passing. Willium shook his head at the huntress's choice of wording before going to retrieve his cards. Nim raised an eyebrow. "I'm not wrong."

"I never said you were," he stated clearly, tossing a smirk of his own at the girl. "It's the best type of party I ever go to. The other ones are so boring."

With that, the two hunters continued their rounds about the island, determined to keep it safe from harm while enjoying their own little 'party'.

14AmyChan: Okay, that was short

Nim: You might as well not have put us in there at all!

Willum: Calm down, Nim...

Nim: Grrrr!

14AmyChan: lol, just moving onto the next prompt now! XD

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