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This is a test. A very bad test.

Sorrow and Anger

Sorrow and Anger

The creature was so slow. My sword was halfway through its rib cage when it realized I had stab it. Its primitive armor no match for my power sword. I saw the anguish in its eyes. The fear as it engulfed its being. His spirit was shattered and in less then a moment the creature was dead.

I felt sadness. The poor human didn't even understand what it was fighting for. Its short life made even shorter by my hand... But I couldn't stop to mourn it. There are hundreds more like it on this battlefield and my sisters and I will cut them all down....

I pull my sword from the still falling body and turn, shrieking. I can see the anger in my next victim's gaze. Fear will replace this anger soon enough.