A Call For Demons
He noticed the dilating of Ninola's pupils as her teeth chattered in the rage that was racking her up. Her face was scrunched up, lower lip rolled over into her mouth, bit down by the upper row of dentition as she glared at him.
Yes, that was it. He just had to keep pushing. She would break. Soon, she would hate him and let him go, alone.
Just one more...
"If not for how foolish you were..." Sunday blasted out.
***
But just then, Ninola decided she had had enough of him.
"How... Dare... You?" Niniola roared out, stomping her feet on the ground.
Sunday managed a smile just as weight slammed j to him and his body buckled, flying backwards.
Few split seconds later, his head rammed into
the ground, his vision blurring out for a split second.
"Aargghh!" Sunday groaned as Niniola stood over him, her balled up fists by her side trembling.