Drabble #6 (of 100) - Pride
She came down the stairs as if time moved in slow motion just for her, a vision in red. Her newest child smirked behind her, showing his fangs.
"Leave us, Jay," she said sweetly, drawing a sword from across her back.
Really?
Morgan grabbed her guns from her side, barely even bothering to aim as she pointed them at the vampire.
That split second was enough. Faster than Morgan could see, the point of the sword flicked out, catching each gun. They tore from Morgan's stinging hands and clattered across the floor.
"Tsk," Jeannette said, raising her blade. "Sword fight."
"Leave us, Jay," she said sweetly, drawing a sword from across her back.
Really?
Morgan grabbed her guns from her side, barely even bothering to aim as she pointed them at the vampire.
That split second was enough. Faster than Morgan could see, the point of the sword flicked out, catching each gun. They tore from Morgan's stinging hands and clattered across the floor.
"Tsk," Jeannette said, raising her blade. "Sword fight."