a grey mist hovered over the dirt.
the crunching of his confident stride boomed.
throwing the axe over his shoulder he stopped.
that crooked smirk began to form.
the duster illuminating the air around him.
those yellow spears slowly regaining their blue tint.
the monster left.
chin up he leered down at her.
risque permeated off of him.
the battle was over.
he had won.
nothing comes out except the one word that turns anything it reaches into mush.
"slayer."