Thrust!
That was the sound of a sword crashing through an undead. The two enemies' eyes met, one a black void that almost looked empty, like a demon tortured in hell. The other, a vibrant, young girl, scarlet eyes gleaming and consistent with a smiling face almost like that of a jester.
She raised her leg to the abdomen level of the undead being and nudged it from her sword. The being fell with a thud, groaning. A few seconds later its body began to vapourize in black fumes and continued until there was nothing left. The girl looked up at the full moon and sighed. She was at the middle of some great trees.
A loud band woke her from her thoughts. Her fight partner had just shot an undead being away from life. The girl blew out the steam that came from the mouth of the long barrel of her gun. She looked at the girl with the sword and smiled.
"Still slacking eh, Kerryn? That was my sixth of the night!"
