Short Stories And Fan Fiction From A Gamer

“Trust me, I will live on and fight until the end even if it means going against my master"

As Ahngrim unsheathed his dagger, he began to hear sounds from the distance with each passing second. Silent foot steps that threatened to tease him. His heart began pounding faster as the foot steps drew closer. Blood dripped from his soaked right shoulder which he had suffered from a stab in the previous encounter with "him". The trickling of his blood onto the murky sewer waters also impeded his judgment in the darkness. Ahngrim didn’t have time to think anymore, he had to act fast. He took his cigarette, anchored it on his mouth and then made his move.

Blessed with a solid, muscular physique doubled with nimble reflexes, he pranced through the shadows as if a cheetah going in for the kill. Blade held by his side in a arch-like grip, scanning through the abyss for his predator.

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