Scars of the Fallen

Chapter 4

Lizelle opens her eyes. The red eyes lock on her knowing it found it's prey. The hound's growl splits the air as the drool drops to the ground. The saliva is like acid, with every drop deteriorating pools below it.

Lizelle jumps back in reflex and it charges after her.

She moves in quick strides avoiding the big jaws of the dogma demon.

They are known for being fast. As she first tries to wake up, all she can do is dodge either its claws or jump around to avoid its bite.

The demon ravishes after her, destroying trees and corroding the ground below its feet.

After the intensity starts to surge through her bones, her reflexes spring to life. Soon she is not only dodging the attacks but making her own. She swings the sword and jumps back before the dogma could bite her in reflex.

Cutting off one of its legs first, the blood eroding the ground just like the drool.

The beast howls out in pain and hops towards her. Springing up on it's hind legs it swings with the only front pawl it has left.

Lizelle charges the hound jumping up and slashing its torso in a diagonal swift cut but jumps to the side avoiding the corroding blood that gushes out.

It hits the ground biting its own tongue in half. The red eyes no longer burning but a dim red.

She breathes in a sigh, suddenly feeling fatigued.

The howls of more dogma demon cause her to become rigid as she recalls how they travel in packs.

She jets off from the scene like lightning.

Her vision begins to become blurry and with a jolt she remembers; she hadn't really drunk any water since before going into the tavern. How could she have been so stupid; she wonders as her head begins to throb in pulses.

Her first day by herself and she made a fatal mistake.

Weaving through the trees, she attempts to find a place for better cover or even thinks about just getting far enough away. Though, Lizelle can hear the devastation the hounds who are hunting her are making through the woods as they gain on their prey, her.

When they catch up, her breath catches in her chest. She is not in a good position to take on multiple demons. This however does not stop her from going down without fight.

In an about face, she spins ready to take on what is three more demons. They lunge at her and she frivolously swings her sword cutting off one of the ears. The demon paw swings at her but she is unable to avoid it as she avoided the first one.

Her body collides with the base of a tree. Agony pulses throughout her as her spine gets the impact. The air in her lungs seems to evaporate.

Weakly, she tries to get back up. The sword is used a cane to help push her drained body erect. The moment she lifts the sword she staggers back into the tree.

The Dogma grin knowing that they have her, but she is determined to keep fighting.

They jump towards her and as she prepares to brace for the impact of their claws a flash jumps down on them the middle one being split in half. The rancid blood splashing on the other hounds as arms grab her and take her away from the wave of blood. '

Her energy begins to fade as Lizelle glances up at Damon's angelic face. His embrace somehow is soothing.

They land on the ground and he places her on the grass below them. The last thing Lizelle sees before she blacks out is him charging towards the angry remaining demons. They are ready to rip him to shreds.