Time to play a game. Let's see who can act the most tame. With such confidence in their eyes, little do they know, it'll be their demise.
A young girl named Spade was walking through the land quietly. Her eyes were as red as blood; deep and dark. They were always moving, always on the watch. She clutched to her life-taking knife like it was her own life.
Spade's eyes quickly manuvered their way to the bush where she had just heard a noise from. Bring it on, she had thought. The warrior had quickly turned her body to the bush and held her sword out, ready to fight to the death. She then sighed when all she saw was a small, meak rabbit jump out of the bush.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Spade yelled.
It was far too long since her last battle. Her red dress was waiting for enemies blood to be splattered on it. It's not like anyone would notice. Spade's dressed was also blood read, her favorite color. To her, it had represtented victories. Victories of the fallen, for she was far