The Book of Deceive
There must be something else.
A hand moved from the fog, I moved to the side. The hand moved again. I took out my sword. The hand moved. My sword flashed. The hand fell, a stream of blood, black as night, gushed from the severed hand. I turned. An oni appeared from the mist, his teeth were bare. I repositioned myself, the oni moved forward. The fiery red eyes were focused on me, they followed my every movement. I lifted the sword, the oni charged. The sword flashes against the thick hide of oni. The sword broke. The oni moved a few steps forward, turned and looked down at the bloody gap that was his torso. Blood gashed through the wound. With the remaining piece of my sword, I slashed. Even
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