Snippet #1536426

The man was already moving forward when the girl stopped herself and hurried back toward him. She slashed into the ceiling, yelling like a mad woman. This was what he wanted. He loved the carnage, he lived for it, he needed it. he cared little for feeding on the humans like his brothers did but they could always work together. He wanted to kill, to destroy and that would help his brothers. All of the terrified faces standing in the corners and along the hallways, watching in fear, ready to flee at a moment's notice. They were all horrified and his brother would feed on them. He only ate when he was extraordinarily hungry. He just wanted to destroy. As the girl's blade neared him he yelled, "I want you to die!" He swung his blade up in order to deflect that of the girl but the weapon carried much more weight than he'd remembered, more power. The blade of his weapon vibrated with the impact and he had to push the scrawny muscles of that body into over-drive. That blade was going to break the body's arms if he kept this up. He released a burst between himself and the girl, sing the push to tear away from the girl. He moved so fast in creating the distance that loose debris and torn cloth from the seats swirled in toward him like a wind tunnel. He landed in a crouch, sliding away from the girl and he released the blade from his grasp.
As the sword turned into an oily film, melding with his flesh, seeping into the body's arm, the man stood erect. He thrust his hands in front of himself and released a roaring blast of force toward the young girl. He laughed maniacally, daring the girl to challenge him.