Tamara
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Instantly I drew out my blades and lunged at him. But he was faster. In the blink of an eye, he was now behind me.
I spun again, my blade slashing at the air. But nothing. Smoothly, he moved back and he was out of reach.
I had been going for only heaven knew how long, yet I hadn’t even made a scratch on his skin.
My shoulders were all sore from the swinging, and my palms were growing numb.
At this pace, I was never going to be able to defeat this demon.
But I couldn’t give up. I had to live up to my family’s name.
I missed another swing, and his condescending laugh brushed my ears.
“You’re trying so hard,” he said, “you might actually for before I even try to kill you.”
My stomach twisted as something cold crawled up my walls.
I clenched my jaw and holster towards h
