ended up doing some late night writing cuz a friend of mine sent smth talking about him being inspired to draw deltawarriors kris in a last stand against a horde of demons. so i decided to write smth about that. i’ll put it below the cut
Sweat beaded your forehead as it blended into the streams of blood trickling down your face. The taste of iron in your mouth faded into the back of your mind as your unconscious friends surrounded you, having been overwhelmed by the previous horde, a hellish onslaught unlike anything any of you had seen before. You nearly followed, but somehow, out of everyone, you were the one still standing.
You tightened your grip on your sword and squared up, your stance shaky but somehow still firm, even with your injuries. How you survived exactly, you weren’t sure. The bullets, the fireballs, the explosives; any of those should have killed you a hundred times over by now. But they didn’t.
Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears, and the pain ringing throughout your body was screaming for you to stop, for you to fall over and accept your fate. But you stood anyway. You raised your sword, keeping your eyes steady on the incoming onslaught. For once, you were not about to go down. Not without one hell of a fight.
i hadn’t done this in a while, lmk what you think!!
