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With a thundering crash, Yun landed in the wooden wall of the shed, and broke quite a few of the wooden planks. She still had her sword tight in her hand and wasn't willing to let go of it, no matter what.
Her tormentor laughed as he looked at her, the small female who had tried to attack him, with only her sword in her hands. "This is going to be easier than I thought."
"Your sentence wrong." Yun gasped as she straightened herself, freeing herself of the remains of the shed she had crashed into. She glanced at her opponent, looking for any weaknesses she might take advantage of. "It say you think."
For a moment, the stranger was awestruck and looked at her with his strange, empty white eyes. There was more to this girl who had attacked him than he wanted to admit to himself. She had come out of nowhere, jumping at him, and although she looked quite human, there was something more behind her surface.
She looked like a woman in her mid-twenties, her features exotic, as was common in the lands of the east; her hazel eyes, her long black hair, the tone of her skin. There was a swift smoothness in her movements, although she looked quite muscular, and even now he could see that she was ready to spring any moment, as if she had not received a severe beating. Her clothing consisted of nothing more than rags, torn in various places, and there were a surprising numbers of scars on her body, also in her face, which could have been considered pretty were she not looking with anger and excitement in her eyes.
The stranger decided that he probably should take her more seriously, until she was finally beaten, and he had no doubt that she would be, in the end. Yun, who was still cowering, glancing at sights of movement of the stranger, could hear the tearing of his clothes, as he grew in size, as his seemingly human features melted away to reveal his true self.
"You dead, demon." She calmly said, and jumped at him, her sword kept at midwaist behind her, ready to slice the head off this demonic creature, whose claws were growing and whose body was covered with short brown hair. The demon growled and jumped himself, clashing with her in midair, using his claws to prevent her from striking him. Although his claws were inhumanly strong, he felt pain as her sword sliced into them, cutting off the tips of two of them and into his arm.
With his free hand, the demon tried to hit her, but just before he hit Yun, she bended in an almost unhumanly fashion to avoid his strike.
The moment had passed, and they both landed safely on the ground again, the demon slightly wounded on his arm, where the sword had cut him.
"What manner of creature are you?" the demon growled, a grotesque question considering that it was uttered by a living nightmare.
Yun just smiled. "Human, which is more than enough to kill likes of you."
"Getting overconfident, are we?" the demon growled, his blood dripping to the floor. In unison, the sky, who had already been a dark colour, thundered, and first drops of rain splattered around them.
"This place not for likes of you. You have hell. Stay there." Yun said coily, although she had no intend to let this demon deliver the message to his masters.
"We have always been here, longer than you have. Why should we be the ones who forfeit our claims? Who says that we cannot make this place our home?"
"I say, because this my home. No place for you and me."
"Then let's get it over with." The sky unleashed its fury, as the demon leapt at Yun again with inhuman speed. His eyes were glowing in a dark red, and his claws were covered by flames as he channelled his demonic energies through them.
Yun waited, standing there with the sword in her hand; it was a matter of a split second, if she were to strike too late or too soon, she would perish.
Just before the claw could strike her, she moved one step to the side. The air sang as the sword sliced through the rain, down upon the demon, once again cutting into his flesh. Still, he managed to avoid the worst by turning and so only his breast was hit instead of his neck. The flames left his claws as he hurled them towards Yun, and they hit her in the chest, burning inhumanly hot, cutting through her rags within a second.
Biting her lips, Yun avoided a scream and tore the burning rags off her to avoid more damage to herself. The demon laughed, but there was uncertainty in it, as the cut he had received didn't close itself, as it usually did.
Yun said nothing and in one fluent motion reached into a small bag she had, bringing out a piece of paper, and hurled it at her opponent. The demon was too stunned by the blinding speed the paper possessed, he wanted to throw himself out of harm's way, but it was too late. The paper clashed against his skin, and started to burn in bright blue flames that tore into his flesh.
Screaming, the demon clawed at his own flesh to rid himself of the flame, and his dark blood spilled to the floor, rinsed away by the rain.
Finally, it went out, but it left him with a deep burn he would not recover from soon. It was the moment he realised his opponent was nowhere to be seen. Had she fled the scene? Somehow he doubted it, but he wasn't eager to find out. Weakened, he jumped to flee the scene as fast as possible.
Just as he left the ground, he heard the singing of the steel again, and in his shock realised it was coming from above him, but it was too late to hurl himself out of the way.
In two halfs, his body slumped to the floor, dissolving seconds after, leaving only a black thick liquid, while Yun cleaned her sword.
Tired, she ran through the rain to find shelter and to attend to her wounds. It had been a long time since a demon had managed to hurt her, and it worried her.
She found refuge in an old barn near the road, and sighed as she saw that from now on she would bear one more scar on her already battered body.
The rain still poured as she made herself a bed in the hay, and tired, she snuck into it, wearily closing her eyes, preparing for the next fight, who would appear in her nightmares, a fight she would always lose, a fight where her parents and her siblings always perished.
A nightmare based on what had happened, and that made her what she is today.
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