shortshort story
We have to turn in a shortshort story for lit....there's supposed to be figurative language, symbolism, etc...tell me what you think
The sword slid easily into the man's back, and Kali smiled, a smile of pure evil. The sharp blade had slid through the flesh like a hot knife though warm butter, digging past bone and through sinew to pierce the heart. There was an expression of shock on his face as he slumped forward, Kali imagined. An expression mirrored on the eyes of the others in the camp, jaws slack and eyes wide. In those first few seconds after their leader died, nobody said anything, and Kali pushed the man from her blade. The lifeless body hit the cave floor with a thump, blind eyes staring upward through the trees. Kali drew a finger down her blade, gathering blood on the tip. Placing her finger in her mouth, Kali smiled again. Gone was the amicable swordswoman. This woman was a slayer.
Silence ruled over the cave as Kali stared across the motley crew, daring each of them to defy her with a look. None said anything for a long minute, and then Davgeon, a skilled warrior stood. "Why would you do such a thing, Kalianna? What did Thavyre do?"
"Thavyre was a fool," Kali spat contemptuously, "and you're a fool to stand with him. If you continue to do so, you will die with him as well." She raised her sword in a challenge. "Will you stand, and die?"
Davgeon nodded, and stepped forward. "It is you who are the fool, Kalianna! And it is you who will die." Drawing his blade, he rushed forward.
Kali sidestepped, turning about to meet his sword. Metal sang as blades crossed, drawing spectators from the inner reaches of the cave. Whispers of "What is going on?" and "Why are they fighting" coursed through the crowd, a soft hum, background to the sound of steel ringing on steel. Davgeon blocked Kali's blade, their swords holding for a moment before Davgeon's strength proved too much for her, and she stepped back. Davgeon followed her, pressing the attack now that she had lost the advantage. Kali blocked each thrust, waiting for her chance It came to her a few minutes later, as their blades again met and held. This time, instead of stepping back, she stepped forward, too close for him to effectively use his sword against her. She drew a small dagger from her belt and thrust it into his gut. Davgeon's eyes widened in pain. A hush fell over the crowd. The only sound that could be heard was the steady drip, drip of blood falling to the sandy floor.
"Why?" Davgeon's voice was faint. Kali smiled softly, pressing her finger to his lips. "Don't try to speak. It will all be over soon. All the pain will end....NOW!" She jerked the blade upward, twisted and ripped it out. Davgeon stumbled backwards, fell to the ground. Blood pooled in the sand around him, flowed to mix with the blood of Thavyre. Kali wiped both her blades off on the fur-lined vest Davgeon wore and stood to address the company. "I am your leader now. Let he who disagrees step forward and meet these mens' fate." None stepped forward. "Good." Kali turned and strode out of the cave.
As she did, a gasp ran through the crowd. Kali turned in time to take a sword to the gut. She stared at the wide, mocking eyes of Davgeon. Their blood mingled on the warm sand.
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The sword slid easily into the man's back, and Kali smiled, a smile of pure evil. The sharp blade had slid through the flesh like a hot knife though warm butter, digging past bone and through sinew to pierce the heart. There was an expression of shock on his face as he slumped forward, Kali imagined. An expression mirrored on the eyes of the others in the camp, jaws slack and eyes wide. In those first few seconds after their leader died, nobody said anything, and Kali pushed the man from her blade. The lifeless body hit the cave floor with a thump, blind eyes staring upward through the trees. Kali drew a finger down her blade, gathering blood on the tip. Placing her finger in her mouth, Kali smiled again. Gone was the amicable swordswoman. This woman was a slayer.
Silence ruled over the cave as Kali stared across the motley crew, daring each of them to defy her with a look. None said anything for a long minute, and then Davgeon, a skilled warrior stood. "Why would you do such a thing, Kalianna? What did Thavyre do?"
"Thavyre was a fool," Kali spat contemptuously, "and you're a fool to stand with him. If you continue to do so, you will die with him as well." She raised her sword in a challenge. "Will you stand, and die?"
Davgeon nodded, and stepped forward. "It is you who are the fool, Kalianna! And it is you who will die." Drawing his blade, he rushed forward.
Kali sidestepped, turning about to meet his sword. Metal sang as blades crossed, drawing spectators from the inner reaches of the cave. Whispers of "What is going on?" and "Why are they fighting" coursed through the crowd, a soft hum, background to the sound of steel ringing on steel. Davgeon blocked Kali's blade, their swords holding for a moment before Davgeon's strength proved too much for her, and she stepped back. Davgeon followed her, pressing the attack now that she had lost the advantage. Kali blocked each thrust, waiting for her chance It came to her a few minutes later, as their blades again met and held. This time, instead of stepping back, she stepped forward, too close for him to effectively use his sword against her. She drew a small dagger from her belt and thrust it into his gut. Davgeon's eyes widened in pain. A hush fell over the crowd. The only sound that could be heard was the steady drip, drip of blood falling to the sandy floor.
"Why?" Davgeon's voice was faint. Kali smiled softly, pressing her finger to his lips. "Don't try to speak. It will all be over soon. All the pain will end....NOW!" She jerked the blade upward, twisted and ripped it out. Davgeon stumbled backwards, fell to the ground. Blood pooled in the sand around him, flowed to mix with the blood of Thavyre. Kali wiped both her blades off on the fur-lined vest Davgeon wore and stood to address the company. "I am your leader now. Let he who disagrees step forward and meet these mens' fate." None stepped forward. "Good." Kali turned and strode out of the cave.
As she did, a gasp ran through the crowd. Kali turned in time to take a sword to the gut. She stared at the wide, mocking eyes of Davgeon. Their blood mingled on the warm sand.
Also, if you have any title suggestions, please tell me in a comment