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"Duck!!"
Mercury ducked, just as a flaming giant sword went soaring by. She turned to look at the culprit; a 6 foot, slimy, hairy thing. Well actually it was a demon. its body looked like a horses, but with slimy scales. and his face was very roundish with glowing red and green eyes. He wasn't one of the best she or her brother had to deal with.
"Thanks, bro" she yelled back at her brother, as she unsheathed her own sword. about a foot long, pure silver, ivory handle, long pointed end. this was her baby.
"think again, lame-o" she yelled at the demon. she thrust the sword towards its stomach, but it grabbed the sword and flipped her over. now he had the sword. "ugh" she groaned. "what a butt."
her brother then jumped out. "enough! i am tired of this. we've been dealing with this idiot for 3 months. no more mister nice man!"
and with that he exploded his body into a million dancing flames of fire. and then threw himself, with much force, against the demon. pretty much causing the demon to go poof. but in so such a nice way.
first when the fire first hit impact and it seeped into the demons blood stream. the blood begin to boil at a highly intense tempature, causing the organs and veins to turn to ashes then his outer body to collapse against his empty shell. gone gone.
mercury heaved herself up, bleeding from her arm "let's go. i think we are through here, andrew."
andrew looked at her arm "lets stop and get some aide supplies, i'll fix the arm."
"no, i'll be fine. you shouldnt have done that. i had it handled."
"no,"he said, turning back into himself. "you didn't. we were given our gifts to help people from demons. not so you could take the glory while i just sit back and watch my sister try and kill herself. you need me to help you! even if you dont want to admit it. i cant stand sitting back and watching you try and take on some of the worst demons any one has ever imagined thinking about. please just let me take this journey with you, not behind you."
she leaned against a dumpster, clutching her arm. "ok, fine. so you have a point. you're right, i do need to let you help. but i'm afraid, afraid that you're going to get killed. i'm always afraid that one or both of us is going to end up dead. and we are the last of our family, and we have not made our legacy on this earth. we will prove that we can do anything. no matter what everyone else thinks of us."
they both looked toward the setting sun, and begin to walk towards it.
"great i look forward to fighting with you tomorrow", andrew mentioned casually as he smiled smugly.
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