Fuki curls her lips, snarling at the enemy as it continued to fester and boil. This was a lot tougher than she thought…but it wasn’t nearly as tough as the last enemy. She didn’t want to give in so easily, looking between the different weapons she had on hand. A lance, a sword, a bow, or a dagger. Dammit. She shook her head as her balance fumbled, already hurting from the hit she took previously. It didn’t help that the enemy had the upper hand, attacking her first while she was unawa...
