There was something about combat that just pushed all of her doubts and fears aside and as the blonde haired warrior dispatched more foes, the more comfortable she seemed to feel. There was no real job that she had been sent on, she had simply heard that the village in question had been overrun by wicked creatures. That was most certainly true and the bodies of the zombies all around her was a testament to that. She had carved through them, her dual swords blazing with the powers of ice and moonlight and even now there was no sign of either them or her stopping. In truth, the cursed woman had simply become so tired of just moping in her room that she had to do something constructive. In general, she felt better when she had joined the guild but there were still times where the self hatred crept it. Kalama did not know if she would ever be free or if she was permanently doomed to feel or more accurately not feel much of anything. Still, it had its up points, she supposed.
Leaping towards another nocturnal beast, Kalama would easily flash through its rotting body, causing it to shriek and collapse to the ground in a heap. There was no moment of pause or reflection and the statuesque blonde was swiftly moving onwards, slashing left and right in a barrage of attacks that annihilated all those around her. It was just so easy but it mattered not. What mattered was the slightest hint of satisfaction, or something akin to that, which crossed her mind as she fought. All she could do was use her cursed gifts to the best of her ability and become the solemn warrior of justice that seemed to be her only option. It was all that she seemed to be able to do anymore, as any attempts at being sociable always ended up in failure. Honestly, she had given up altogether and simply remained alone. Of course, she was as close as ever to Aoi but besides her, who could she call a friend? She was just so uncomfortable around other people that it was as if she was just meant to stay away from others.
As another creature fell, a sigh would escape her lips. Even now, in the middle of battle, the depressing thoughts were building up once more and the self hatred was beginning to build. It was so frustrating and all she could do was to keep going, annihilating everything that moved around her. There were no living beings of course and so it was the perfect place for her to embrace her inner loathing. There was no threat to anything besides the zombies and destruction was all that they truly deserved.
All that could be heard was the sound of her attacks and the horrifying screams of the vile monsters as the blonde sent them to hell where they belonged. One lone figure, dressed in black and red, against the forces of evil.
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Leaping towards another nocturnal beast, Kalama would easily flash through its rotting body, causing it to shriek and collapse to the ground in a heap. There was no moment of pause or reflection and the statuesque blonde was swiftly moving onwards, slashing left and right in a barrage of attacks that annihilated all those around her. It was just so easy but it mattered not. What mattered was the slightest hint of satisfaction, or something akin to that, which crossed her mind as she fought. All she could do was use her cursed gifts to the best of her ability and become the solemn warrior of justice that seemed to be her only option. It was all that she seemed to be able to do anymore, as any attempts at being sociable always ended up in failure. Honestly, she had given up altogether and simply remained alone. Of course, she was as close as ever to Aoi but besides her, who could she call a friend? She was just so uncomfortable around other people that it was as if she was just meant to stay away from others.
As another creature fell, a sigh would escape her lips. Even now, in the middle of battle, the depressing thoughts were building up once more and the self hatred was beginning to build. It was so frustrating and all she could do was to keep going, annihilating everything that moved around her. There were no living beings of course and so it was the perfect place for her to embrace her inner loathing. There was no threat to anything besides the zombies and destruction was all that they truly deserved.
All that could be heard was the sound of her attacks and the horrifying screams of the vile monsters as the blonde sent them to hell where they belonged. One lone figure, dressed in black and red, against the forces of evil.
(505 Words)
(505/3000 TWC)