Who Is Waiting?

'GET AWAY FROM ME!!' Priscilla slammed her fist against the sandy terrain, launching the chasing jackals in the air for Lucia to slice them up with her midnight blade. But they never stopped coming, born from the very stand their brethren died on, new jackals replaced the ones that passed. And the vicious cycle of missed bites and close calls continued as they wandered through the desert. 

'Do you have any good plans?!' Priscilla shouted at Lucia who was slashing for the jackals' throats, her concentration was solely focused on the animals to answer. An idea sparked in Priscilla's mind, bringing out her scissors and growing out like swords, four furious swipes crippled the angry jackal, but another had not replaced it. 'Slash their legs! They can't reincarnate if they don't die!' Lucia nodded and flashed across the space, cutting every single leg in sight. Twenty-four jackals hit the ground with enough force to shake the earth around them.