A stone dropped the last kid and Sora emerged from her hiding spot among the bushes. Her jacket that she clutched onto tightly stopped below her knees, her stockings protected the rest of her legs from the cold elements. “Besides, I’ll be behind you when you open it.”
The smoky haired man deftly caught the blade and grunted at her remark. Behind her back, she held the handle of the broom, the head of the weapon long since discarded. He watched in delight as his prey flopped on the ground like a fish out of water. Kimi got to her feet and dusted the red sand off her leather cuisses. They saw the kids already beating up poor Candace. To die was her only wish. Morin stood behind her taking in the morning light and her beauty. He watched her bathing in the light captivated by her prowess and beauty. “More or less.” she chuckled nervously.
