Chapter 40: Leaving for war

The clothes consisted of black riding pants, a tight dark red top and army boots. It wasn't Lara Croft porn style, but finally a decent badass outfit. I could do with this. Feeling satisfied with my outfit choice, I braided my hair and hit the air with a surge of adrenaline, ready to face whatever awaited me.

Come at me, dark ones. Come to mamma.

As I entered Sam's bedroom, I was met with an astonishing array of weapons, enough to make even a seasoned warrior shudder. Every single weapon one could dream of was here. It was a serial killer's heaven. Some looked awfully close to torture devices and I decided to stick to simple.

I armed myself with Sam's knife, ninja stars, and a sword that I wrapped around my body with the string that was attached to it. No guns. No automatic fire. Nothing that would actually keep me safe from a distance. This was all hand to hand combat. A brilliant idea struck me when I spotted some spikes, so I concealed them in my shoes for later use. Lastly, bec