The following is some flash fiction I was working on to start advertising Kendra.
He could feel his heart thumping as he tried to remain quiet in ambush. Hidden in the bushes the Nephilim fingered his sword. His men, hand picked warriors, also hid in silence waiting for the group of King Parem’s men to pass by. Kendra knew that he and his men would be outnumbered but surprise and swiftness would more than make up for it. A scout rode through the copse, his eyes peeled. The mount he was riding was a bit jittery, the rider patted its neck and looked into the thickest part of the bush cover. After a few seconds he patted the horse’s neck again and rode through to the other end of the wooded area. “Good,” thought the ambusher then waited some more. Within a few minutes King Parem and twenty mounted men began to pass through, but the half angel still waited until the infantry started to pass. There were over one hundred of them and Kendra knew that his twenty men would be hard pressed. He stood up and yelled a battle cry at the top of his mighty voice then charged slashing from right to left cutting the first man completely in half.
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Kendra
FantasyDark he was and olive eyed. Fierce as the sun and white as the moon. He led an army of 10,000 men all trained in the arts of war. He lived in the Bosom of Abraham with his wife and children, but warred upon the earth to satiate his battle lust and n...
