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Posted: 11-26-18
  The first of the three Yittles was the unluckiest- it was the quickest one to rush into the fight, and therefore became the earliest target for Pumpkin’s sword. One large slash across its chest and it stumbled and fell, still appearing to be alive but- for now- unable to stand.
  The remaining two separated, with one attempting to go around Pumpkin and the other rushing towards her leg. I won’t be able to hit this stupid thing if it manages to latch onto my back, Pumpkin thought to herself, beginning to panic as her sword cut into the the second Yittle, knocking it backwards but giving the third the time it needed to sink its knife like claws into her leg. She snarled, slashing at it and managing to chop off one of its arms. It hissed back at her, and Pumpkin swung the sword again at its neck, silencing it. As it collapsed into the grass, the remaining Spite quickly slunk back to the edge of the woods, where the rest of the pack was waiting, watching. How many are there? Seven? No, eight… that’s too many. Far too many... if they all charge at once...
  “C’mon, you stupid shits,” she whispered shakily, trying to ignore the pain in her leg and her rising terror as she stared down the grinning Yittles. “Go back into the woods...”
  One of them began to step towards her slowly, it’s glowing green eyes unblinking and it’s claws glinting in the orange light of the moon as it walked forward, and then broke into a sprint. Pumpkin slashed at it quickly as it came into range, but the Spite was faster, and she barely managed to bat it away in time to keep it from slashing into her chest. As it fell back towards the ground, it managed to claw into her arm, causing Pumpkin to cry out in pain. She slashed at it once again and managed to slice into its chest, but didn’t cause enough damage to down the monster. Three more Yittles dashed out from behind the trees, beginning to circle around Pumpkin as she deflected another attack from the injured Yittle and sliced upward, managing to carve into its face. It collapsed on the ground, unmoving, as another launched itself towards her. But as she brought her sword downward, the Spite seemed to smirk at her, and it managed to catch the blade with its claws.
  Oh flick.
  She yanked on the handle of the sword, watching it begin to slip from the monster’s hands, until without warning she felt something jump onto her back and then immediately rip into her ear. Shrieking loudly and dropping her sword, she attempted to swat the creature off, but it only dug its claws deeper into her shoulder. Finally, she managed to elbow it in the face, knocking it onto the ground.
  My sword!! Where’s my sword!?
  Through tears, she saw in horror that one of the Yittles was now standing on top of the handle. And behind it, the remaining four Yittles were advancing from behind the trees, as if they could read her thoughts.
  I’m going to die.
  The Spites circled around her, seemingly content for the time being with watching her panic as she wracked her brain for some kind of plan and assessed her injuries. What the hell happened to my ear? Is it even still there? She felt the something warm dripping down her shoulder, and out of the corner of her eye saw that her bandanna had become soaked with crimson. Wait… warmth. Her magic glands flared the same color as the bandanna as two fireballs grew in her trembling hands. I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to keep this up, but… One of the Spites growled and leaped towards her, only to get hit in the face with the blast of flame and fall back to the ground, hissing, seemingly blinded, and giving Pumpkin a small amount of hope. Warptide’s the night when magic is strongest, right? Maybe… I just might be able to get out of this alive.
  The scorched Spite stopped moving on the ground, and although it was difficult to tell, the other Yittles seemed to look a little less confident than before. Pumpkin turned slowly and cautiously, trying not to make any sudden movements as she counted the remaining Yittles. There’s still six of them left, but one is already injured… I could try setting the grass on fire, but that could spread to the Nook or the forest, or end up burning me instead.
  The pack stopped circling, and the moment two of the Yittles moved towards her Pumpkin launched twin fireballs. One of them hit the leftmost of the two in the legs, burning away its knees and knocking it to the ground, and the second fireball flew by the other Spite’s head, missing it by an inch or less and leaving a scorch mark on the lawn. The claws swiped towards Pumpkin and she swiftly stepped out of the way, sending another blast of flame at the Yittle. This time, the fire hit it in the chest, and it collapsed into the blackened grass. Two more Spites separated from the ring and leaped through the air, one of them- the Spite Pumpkin had injured previously- narrowly missed slashing her wing. It’s green eyes were full of hatred and it attacked with a vengeance- Pumpkin barely had enough time to try to dodge its attacks, and was unable to focus on the other Yittles. Several of her fireballs ended up missing, and setting small patches of grass on fire. The Yittle launched itself towards her face, and she brought up her hands just in time to create a large burst of flame. The charred Spite fell to the ground as claws dug into Pumpkin’s leg and tail once more, and she whipped around with another blast of fire, hitting another in the face.
  3 left.
  It seemed easier said than done. The fireballs in her hands were beginning to flicker and shrink, the exhaustion that had been creeping up on her all night starting to finally set in. She glared down at the remaining Yittles as they dashed around her once more, looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. Another set of claws slashed down her back, and Pumpkin threw a fireball behind her without looking. A startled squeak indicated that it had hit its target, and she tossed another behind her back and then two more at the remaining pair of Yittles. The fireballs seemed so small now compared to the ones she had first conjured. One of them hit the taller of the Yittles in the chest, leaving a blackened mark, but the Spite only seemed more agitated. Pumpkin leaped backwards to avoid its attack, her foot nearly tripping over something hard in the grass. Its blade, though looking like it had been dipped in black paint, still faintly shone in the moonlight. The sword!!
  She ducked another swipe and scooped the blade off of the ground, nearly stumbling and falling over. The sword felt twice as heavy as before, but she managed to decapitate a rushing Yittle and then stab the remaining one in the chest.
  That’s all of them, right? That has to be all of them. She took a few steps across the lawn, attempting to get a better look through the trees in case there were any hiding, but something strange seemed to be happening with the woods. The shadows seemed to be expanding across the lawn and across her field of vision, blurring and darkening her view of the yard. The grass started getting closer and closer and the blackness kept expanding until all that she could see was a flower growing in front of her. Then, even that disappeared, and all that was left was the darkness.
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Description
Posted: 11-26-18
  The first of the three Yittles was the unluckiest- it was the quickest one to rush into the fight, and therefore became the earliest target for Pumpkin’s sword. One large slash across its chest and it stumbled and fell, still appearing to be alive but- for now- unable to stand.
  The remaining two separated, with one attempting to go around Pumpkin and the other rushing towards her leg. I won’t be able to hit this stupid thing if it manages to latch onto my back, Pumpkin thought to herself, beginning to panic as her sword cut into the the second Yittle, knocking it backwards but giving the third the time it needed to sink its knife like claws into her leg. She snarled, slashing at it and managing to chop off one of its arms. It hissed back at her, and Pumpkin swung the sword again at its neck, silencing it. As it collapsed into the grass, the remaining Spite quickly slunk back to the edge of the woods, where the rest of the pack was waiting, watching. How many are there? Seven? No, eight… that’s too many. Far too many... if they all charge at once...
  “C’mon, you stupid shits,” she whispered shakily, trying to ignore the pain in her leg and her rising terror as she stared down the grinning Yittles. “Go back into the woods...”
  One of them began to step towards her slowly, it’s glowing green eyes unblinking and it’s claws glinting in the orange light of the moon as it walked forward, and then broke into a sprint. Pumpkin slashed at it quickly as it came into range, but the Spite was faster, and she barely managed to bat it away in time to keep it from slashing into her chest. As it fell back towards the ground, it managed to claw into her arm, causing Pumpkin to cry out in pain. She slashed at it once again and managed to slice into its chest, but didn’t cause enough damage to down the monster. Three more Yittles dashed out from behind the trees, beginning to circle around Pumpkin as she deflected another attack from the injured Yittle and sliced upward, managing to carve into its face. It collapsed on the ground, unmoving, as another launched itself towards her. But as she brought her sword downward, the Spite seemed to smirk at her, and it managed to catch the blade with its claws.
  Oh flick.
  She yanked on the handle of the sword, watching it begin to slip from the monster’s hands, until without warning she felt something jump onto her back and then immediately rip into her ear. Shrieking loudly and dropping her sword, she attempted to swat the creature off, but it only dug its claws deeper into her shoulder. Finally, she managed to elbow it in the face, knocking it onto the ground.
  My sword!! Where’s my sword!?
  Through tears, she saw in horror that one of the Yittles was now standing on top of the handle. And behind it, the remaining four Yittles were advancing from behind the trees, as if they could read her thoughts.
  I’m going to die.
  The Spites circled around her, seemingly content for the time being with watching her panic as she wracked her brain for some kind of plan and assessed her injuries. What the hell happened to my ear? Is it even still there? She felt the something warm dripping down her shoulder, and out of the corner of her eye saw that her bandanna had become soaked with crimson. Wait… warmth. Her magic glands flared the same color as the bandanna as two fireballs grew in her trembling hands. I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to keep this up, but… One of the Spites growled and leaped towards her, only to get hit in the face with the blast of flame and fall back to the ground, hissing, seemingly blinded, and giving Pumpkin a small amount of hope. Warptide’s the night when magic is strongest, right? Maybe… I just might be able to get out of this alive.
  The scorched Spite stopped moving on the ground, and although it was difficult to tell, the other Yittles seemed to look a little less confident than before. Pumpkin turned slowly and cautiously, trying not to make any sudden movements as she counted the remaining Yittles. There’s still six of them left, but one is already injured… I could try setting the grass on fire, but that could spread to the Nook or the forest, or end up burning me instead.
  The pack stopped circling, and the moment two of the Yittles moved towards her Pumpkin launched twin fireballs. One of them hit the leftmost of the two in the legs, burning away its knees and knocking it to the ground, and the second fireball flew by the other Spite’s head, missing it by an inch or less and leaving a scorch mark on the lawn. The claws swiped towards Pumpkin and she swiftly stepped out of the way, sending another blast of flame at the Yittle. This time, the fire hit it in the chest, and it collapsed into the blackened grass. Two more Spites separated from the ring and leaped through the air, one of them- the Spite Pumpkin had injured previously- narrowly missed slashing her wing. It’s green eyes were full of hatred and it attacked with a vengeance- Pumpkin barely had enough time to try to dodge its attacks, and was unable to focus on the other Yittles. Several of her fireballs ended up missing, and setting small patches of grass on fire. The Yittle launched itself towards her face, and she brought up her hands just in time to create a large burst of flame. The charred Spite fell to the ground as claws dug into Pumpkin’s leg and tail once more, and she whipped around with another blast of fire, hitting another in the face.
  3 left.
  It seemed easier said than done. The fireballs in her hands were beginning to flicker and shrink, the exhaustion that had been creeping up on her all night starting to finally set in. She glared down at the remaining Yittles as they dashed around her once more, looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. Another set of claws slashed down her back, and Pumpkin threw a fireball behind her without looking. A startled squeak indicated that it had hit its target, and she tossed another behind her back and then two more at the remaining pair of Yittles. The fireballs seemed so small now compared to the ones she had first conjured. One of them hit the taller of the Yittles in the chest, leaving a blackened mark, but the Spite only seemed more agitated. Pumpkin leaped backwards to avoid its attack, her foot nearly tripping over something hard in the grass. Its blade, though looking like it had been dipped in black paint, still faintly shone in the moonlight. The sword!!
  She ducked another swipe and scooped the blade off of the ground, nearly stumbling and falling over. The sword felt twice as heavy as before, but she managed to decapitate a rushing Yittle and then stab the remaining one in the chest.
  That’s all of them, right? That has to be all of them. She took a few steps across the lawn, attempting to get a better look through the trees in case there were any hiding, but something strange seemed to be happening with the woods. The shadows seemed to be expanding across the lawn and across her field of vision, blurring and darkening her view of the yard. The grass started getting closer and closer and the blackness kept expanding until all that she could see was a flower growing in front of her. Then, even that disappeared, and all that was left was the darkness.
Word Count: 1318
Previous: www.deviantart.com/splashingse…
First: www.deviantart.com/splashingse…
Next: www.deviantart.com/splashingse…

Upgrade Added:
+Scars (on ear and shoulder)

Wyn Count:
+1 Story
+1 Bust
+1 Background
Total: 3/288