40

"Fight your own battles if you're so strong."

I stood there, leaning on the sides of the double-bladed spear. I didn't need to prove myself, but it felt right to generally empower women. Clearly, Damion was driven with a typical man's ego, proved wrong by a simple action that kept him unharmed, by a girl who hadn't used any magic to kill a monster.

That slight momentary fulfillment was nothing, compared to the desire that I contained, to kill all of them.

The small army was dying out, less of them charged at the two. There were just a few of them left. With the reluctant help of the newcomer, Derek saved himself fewer injuries. Derek was using his fists to fight off the demon creatures. Damion came to use his arrows, which he kept in his quiver to the back of his long, cotton, off-white clothing.