“ How dare you .” His hair was long , falling well below his shoulders . His beard , black , with several specks of grey beginning to show . His eyes glared out from heavy brows , red and fire filled . His fangs , nearly three inches in length , a sign of great age , and his nails , fully extended , showed the scratches and scars from hundreds of battles .
“ Your time has come to an end .” She said simply .
“ And you , little girl ,” he said , lowering his voice , into a calmer tone , “ you would take all of this from me ?” He stretched out his arms and twirled slowly , indicating all the treasures that surrounded him . A large wooden chest dominated one corner of the room . It overflowed with gold pieces , jewels and other precious items . Artwork of the Great Masters covered his walls . Plush oriental rugs covered the floors , and intricate tapestries hung on the walls . Scattered about the room were a multitude of weapons and implements of torture , both antique and of the day . Some of them she recognized immediately , others she could only speculate as to their grisly applications . “ Do you think you are the one ,” he asked her . “ Do you really believe ? After all that have tried , you are the one to take me down ?”
She knew that the power of his voice was one of his strongest tools , so before he could say another word , she launched her attack . She flew directly at him , her arms extended , her talons readied . He tried to turn her aside with a well-timed fist , but the energy of her assault carried her right through the blow . Her right hand caught his shoulder , tearing both sleeve and flesh . Her left found only air . As she went past , he kicked at her savagely , catching her in the ribs , propelling her across the room . She hit the
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