11-14-2008, 12:11 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-14-2008, 12:25 AM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
"Damnation!!" Ray cried furiously. He knew now... how powerful, clever and ruthless demons could be. The cruelty of it all... they didn't have enough battle experience or tactics to overcome this obstacle completely. There were losses, huge losses, weapons, limbs, the life of a friend. The young magician tread through the battle-ravaged field weakly, and picked up the Dancer's tambourine, bringing it back to her, he clapped his injured hand on it a little, a little song to remember her by. He collapsed onto his knees, folding his arm and hiding his face on it as he cried on top of her body, holding the tambourine against her chest.
"I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!"