Snippet #1788580

V.C.
I glared at the idiot DK. "You're pathetic." I stared at the slash in my hand, then quickly cleaned it out with a piece of cloth ripped from my shirt. I ripped more of my shirt to tie up my hair, keeping it out of my way. I grabbed the knives in my boots, and faced the DK, letting my anger build up by thinking of scenes of the past. Painful scenes that made me furious, but still let me retain my reason. A bad opponent is one who is ruled by anger, for they are reckless, and easy to beat.
I had wanted to tie him, gag him, and force him to feel excruciating pain without the armor on. And he had gone and slashed me. I smiled ruefully, realizing I should have tied him up first and searched him for his weapons. Well, I was an idiot, but if I was going to die, then the DK had to, at the very least, be unable to escape at all.
"Who was the owner to you? Doesn't it hurt you at all to have angered her, and hurt her, so much?" I asked, thinking that he may have a soft spot for her. Maybe she's a close friend. After all, she had used to hunt demons, once upon a time.