Kiwi crouched lower behind the bush as the demon searched for her. He sniffed the air, trying to track her scent and as he got closer, her body stiffened. “Come out you little brat” wailed the demon. Kiwi couldn’t determine what kind of demon it was. It’s skin was pure black and it had horns on it’s head. It stood a foot taller than her own father and threatened her very life.
Kiwi closed her eyes, begging for the demon to decide to give up on it’s search but she heard it’s footsteps come closer and closer to where she crouched and a trickle of sweat ran down her face. She remembered her father tell her to be strong and stand up for herself and she gripped the hilt of the sword that dangled from her belt. She had begun to unsheathe it when the demon pounced on her. She turned, her sword transforming into a great weapon, and cut through the demon’s being. The demon screamed and then became lifeless.
She snatched the sword from the demon’s belly and then stuffed it into the ground, cleaning the blood off of it. The sword had transformed into something three-times as large and a lot more powerful. She sheathed the sword, causing it to...
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