Yuko stood standing, her shaking hands clenched around the hilt of her katana. Her breath was ragged and inconsistent, her mind was having difficulty focusing as her vision swayed.
Blood was dripping down her back from the four diagonal lines that were carved into her, combining with the layer of sweat that coated her body. However, she showed no signs of pain as her entire focus was on the horrid creature a few feet away.
While the monster didn't have any wounds, it seemed to be in a worse condition than she was. Its mouth was hanging wide open, tongue dangling out as it tried to use the moment of relief to recover its energy.
Yet, the longer time passed, the more it could feel its vitality being drained from it. Its saggy grey skin and beady red eyes losing more and more of their color.
