FallingBlue
Twilight of Shadow
Damian lay on the ground, closing his eyes..
His movements were fast, much faster than those around him. He darted in and out of the shadows, killing them ruthlessly. Blood splattered across his body as he killed and maimed. As his feet paused he took a breath, panting slightly. The pause caused him greatly, an enemy bashing him over the head. Falling to the ground Damian hissed, spinning to his back and kicking the opponent into the air. Rising to his feet he held his blade up, the fool falling upon Damian's blade. His body bllod stained Damian stepped out of the pit and into the real nightmare. People booed and hissed, taunting him, shouting lude remarks. He walked solemnly, ignoring them, knowing she would be there when he got to his lair.
His eyes opened and realized he had been whimpering. He glared at the ground, weakness was a curse he did not hold.