With one scream of fury, she plunged the cold steel into
black matted flesh, just behind the hellhound’s ear. The sword sliced through
the skin like it was made of water, forming a line under its chin. The force of
her leap carried her up the other side of its neck and over the top. Nell
finally fell to the ground, crouching next to the beast, her sword stabbed into
the ice in front of her. There was a sullen look of death on her face.
The hellhound stared at me, those
dark red eyes burning into my soul. It didn't make a move or a sound. Then,
with one quick movement, its head rolled to the ground, cauterized at the neck
by Nell’s sword. I was startled by the sight, in shock even. One minute the
beast was widening its jaw to devour us, the next it was dead, decapitated by
one of its own. I didn't know what to think.
Nell stood from her crouch and
pulled her sword from the ice. It quickly vanished into smoke and was gone. Her
face softened as she looked at me, a sense of pain in her eyes. What had she
done? She had killed one of the Underworld’s minions, and for what reason? To
save us? I didn't know what to say.
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