The world turned crystal clear. Time stretched, helping me. They raked at me with their claws, but my blade found them first. I savored it all, every second of the fight, every drop of blood flying past me, every moment of resistance when Sarrat caught my target with its edge.
I was raised and trained to do this and to enjoy it. For better or worse, I was a killer. This was my calling, and I made no excuses for it.
I need to do some artwork for Burn For Me site and I am so behind on it. Grrr. Anybody with a Photoshop or Illustrator want to draw some icons and magic circles for me? Heh.