EJIMA
It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice.
It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it.
“One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.".
Dead meat?
Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…
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