He turned sharply, having apparently done just that, and let out a breathless grunt as he heaved up his broken sword and ran at me. This time, I was ready. I snapped up the shield to catch the blade—
Damn!
It slid right between the planks, got caught on the rope, and bit into my thumb. Fueled by pain and desperation, I howled wordlessly, flared my arm out, sending his sword arm out wide, and then lunged forward. Hips, torso, arm, and wrist, all turning to maximize the force as I screamed and *smashed* the club into his face. My arm numbed from the impact. The sound itself was sickening—bone cracked under the singular assault, teeth flew through the air and likely turned into deadly projectiles in his mouth, blood sprayed, and I knew I'd killed him... at least, temporarily.
The trials and tribulations of Ashemma, Deprived Unkindled, as she seeks to unravel the mysteries of Lothric and remember who she is. (Deprived is an unofficial Dark Souls fan comic.) [WARNING: Partial/Obscured Nudity]
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