Two were already taken down, progress was being made and the angel was starting to feel even the slightest bit better.
"A flippin' Minotaur..." Grumbling, Kilneia followed along behind the others with a sour expression. "First it was a flippin', 13 foot Minotaur. Then a Gorgon! And next-!"
"Just, stop." The angel was getting tired of the constant string of complaints. They were all she had heard for the past two days, it was starting to really irk her. "Moaning about it will not help the situation Kilneia. We just need to get this done, it's not that hard."
The beasts were getting worse the more that were slain, it was all very typical. The Minotaur was only the start of their problems, it was going to get worse and she knew that. The Gorgon was only the proof that her theory was right. Lucky for her, everyone was smart enough to know not to look into the cruel wenches eyes.
"Tomorrow we take out three more, for now we rest and build our strength back up." Setting her blade back in it's sheath, the angel sits on a large rock and looks out over the sunset. Tara knew even greater beasts were waiting for them tomorrow and she was ready to face them.
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