Blood Demons of Titan
By Tara Loughead
Copyright 2010 Tara Loughead
For Peter O'Donnell.
Even the best quality carbon steel blade will stink after gutting seven demons.
Something like a combination of sulphur, dog vomit and sewage, thought Ghaavn disgustedly as he wiped Bulays' blade off in the dusty Titan dirt, gorge rising. Stilling this unappreciated reflex, he stood over the vile, rapidly deteriorating hellish corpse lying in the dust at his feet. He turned to his partner, giving her a grossed out look. Retrieving his own spent bolt from the disintegrating hellish remains was currently way too nasty to contemplate.
Stepping carefully away from the diminishing pile of fiend, he watched the light-skinned, short-haired blonde to his left rise from her crouched combat position. Straightening up in one lithe moment, Bulays then bounced on her toes a couple of times, stretching her well-developed leg muscles.