Lowering her arm, her revolver swinging from one end to the next. Her sharp vision on her target ahead, many demons slowly surrounding her. A legend amongst demons, some wishing to bring down this great challenge.
The unsettling breeze in the dusk, that bleeding moon shining down its light. Each selfishly pushing onward, embracing a lawless world. An entity choosing her way, devoting herself to bringing down a certain individual.
A person taking up many jobs, keeping her eye on her target. Slightly shifting her vision, seeing two gargoyles on both ends. Black energy building from them, the two soon unleashing the waves, scorching the land.
The maiden's moving feet, swiftly moving behind the one to her right. Instantly rendering her foot into their back, sending the fiend into the assault.
The heavily exploding field, smoke filling the area. The falling enemy, those shaking foes. That demon shortly emerging, aiming her revolver under the second gargoyle's chin.
The monster's shaking eyes, their hasty heart. The hunter pulling the trigger, releasing the negative burst, blasting the fiend's head off. The entity soon standing on her side, looking to two ox's, her slight smile to them.
"Come now, this is simply the beginning." Extending her offhand, teasing them with the motioning of her finger.
A demon seeking out one above, someone working many jobs towards her goal. Embracing her path, crushing countless in her way. An individual concealing herself in the shadows, striking at key times.
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The maiden sharply looking at the two ox's surrounding her, shortly lowering her arm. Leaning forward a bit, swinging it from left to right. These fiends charging at her, one aiming from below, the other from above.
Swiftly moving her feet, racing around the one ahead. Crashing down her sword, splitting the ox in half. Spilling blood in the area, seriously locking onto the one ahead. Unrest in the remaining foe, the monster stepping away a bit.
The young woman's hasty movements, cutting through it with the blade in her gauntlet, slitting its throat. Shortly standing straight, the enemy collapsing behind her.
"Something is not right about you. All of us, the many we have defeated to get this far! To be cut down like this...!" the swordsman shaking, his furious voice.
"Right, so you can imagine just how many I have killed in pursuit of my goal." Facing him, her sharp vision on the man.
An image eternally in her mind, a grand being holding a precious person in their arms. Blood everywhere, a sight forever with her. The young woman's great fury, waiting years for her opportunity.
An entity's great potential, someone displaying her feverish heart. Her eyes to the sky, witnessing the rain pouring down, bathing her in its sorrow.
"A demon must be willing to do anything to achieve their goal, even if it means making countless enemies. Even if their very psyche breaks, they must keep going..." Closing her eyes.
"And does this justify everything you've done...?" his great anger to her.
"Maybe not, but this is what this damned world taught me. And so, I will embrace its way, and grasp what I want most." Opening her vision, soon setting it on the man.
A heart embracing its route, refusing to quietly remain. A demon pushing onward in her direction, silencing many along her path. The swordsman's great unrest, looking to the other devils, seeing their fear.
Shortly urging them to rise, directing them at the maiden. The young woman's calm vision to them, placing her hand on her waist.