"Fine."
[I know I asked for an interesting life, but that seems to include a lot more dank caves than I had originally anticipated. I'm going to need to make sure to bring that up to that goddess the next time I see her.]
"Uncle, are you OK? Do you have Alzheimer's due to your old age?" She asked, genuinely concerned now.
Artorius cut him off with a slash of his sword, the black blade cleaving through the haft of the spear like it was paper, and finding little more resistance in the reptile's scales, skin, or bones. His words trailed off into wet, bubbling gurgles as the blade found both of his lungs. Artorius hopped back, his left hand spreading open and flicking forwards.
She sighs for a while and could see Aoba begs her to stop them. She smiles and then walks towards them. After that, she says,
"Agh... What the..."
(Originally published in Eureka Studies in Teaching Short Fiction 2:1 (Fall 2001) Ed. Loren Logsdon)
"I mean your original home."
Realizing something went wrong and that Little Black was suffering and could even die, Matthew started screaming desperately through his connection with Little Black.
"What trap?" The Hokage asked.
Like a hunter who has found it's prey she walks around Eve's body, sizing it up from top to bottom.
"The foreign language is written in Haururian," said Allen