I took a look around the book store, looking for our target. I was dressed as I usually was, thigh length gossamer dress, white, with sandles and my bow and quiver. In addition to that I also had two knives (double edged and properly sharpened) most impressively I also had two wristbands which could turn into crossbows at any moment.
I finally spotted it of in its form him, the target, the manticore. This beast had been wreaking havoc in Paris and now it was in Oklahoma City (or OKC for those who live there or in Oklahoma). This beast had killed more then 500 people and was about to do more damage.
I charged after it, him, the manticore.
He noticed me following him and turned a corner, right into the center of a plaza. O,great. I thought. Looks like this could get messy. When I got there he turned to face me, and smiled. He was waring dark a leather coat and had a sly smile. Then he spoke and the sound rattled me to the core. Imagine 500 pencil sharpeners going at once, then imagine fingernails scraping across a chalkboard, that's how his voice sounded. "So, Saline, Daughter of the Huntress we meet at last, my master will see you soon so be warned he will kill you vary slowly. Better to let me do it instead,"He said. His voice had a slight accent ( was it German or French or possibly no it couldn't be?) but that doesn't matter.
" You have killed innocent people who have done no harm to you beast," I spat at him. "Today one of us will die and it sure as heck will not be me." " We shall see about that Daughter of the Huntress, we shall see." And with those words he shapeshifted into his true form and launched himself at me.
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