LaMorte1313

At the moment all she wanted to think about was getting back to the warehouse and patching herself back up.  Art hadn't been kidding when he'd said she wouldn't get away easily.  How he managed to carry around a sword without anyone commenting or telling the cops escaped her.  There was a cut across her right side, just deep enough to sting and bleed enough to worry her.  Her hands ached from trying to parry with a rusted pipe.  A couple more blocks and she'd get to her car.  Then, home.   One of her shoes flopped as she walked, the laces had come undone somewhere alon