Static Like Kiss

Death. Is a bitch

I looked around to see bodys stacked high. I shed a tear and pulled the arrow out of my arm and took my sword out of its scabbad. I held it firmly in my hand. I took a swing. But she avoided it by picking up a body and using it as a shield. "Do you think you can beat death yourself?" I stabbed her in the chest. She grabbed my arm leaving burns on my arm. I tried to cut her arm off. But it was useless if all her arm is just bone. I stood tall breathing in the smell of death. I was going to be defeated this easily. I reached for my sword and picked it up, holding it firmly in the hand that i used to kill a god himself