Of Demons and Heroes

This is only a partial fan-fic. So, there is not an entire book about just One Direction here... Hi, my name is Lusetta.... but you might know me better as Black Shadow or Demon Bite... and I'm half demon... welcome to my world. I'm going to have some crazy things going on in my life so stay close, stay safe, and stay alive...now that that's out of the way... Let's go!


11. Fighting Harry

I parried another blow from Harry, bending almost backwards as I dodged his next three blows. He was proving to be an excellent swordsman. "What? Too good for you?" He asked in a taunting tone. "Nah, I'm just warming up." He laughed at how weak he thought I was and how he thought he had me cornered. But, that was his problem... He was thinking. I put my brain into seclusion, leaving it to do only one thing... focus. I watched him and determined his fighting style. Once I had watched long enough, I feinted towards his head, changed direction, and ended up cutting his leg open. He screamed in agony, but didn't fall as I had expected. Instead, he fell forward, toward me. Before I had time to react, he had fallen, rolled, and gashed my calf open from my heel to the back of my knee. I was the one who was screaming this time. I balanced on my one good leg and fought him as he tried desperately to get up. Once he had, my leg was beginning to heal, sewing the ligaments and muscles he had torn back together. "What are you doing?" He asked, amazed at the speed it was healing. "What is natural for me... I am healing myself so that I may continue fighting." His jaw dropped as he backed away. He stood there like that for long enough that my wound had time to heal, but I let him think that I was still hurt. He came at me again and that's when he found out that I was just fine. I slashed his arms and legs, making him howl in pain. Anna was going to come over, but Zayn stopped her. "This is his fight, Anna. He picked it." He said, trying to be quiet enough that I couldn't hear him. I resumed fighting just in time to see Harry coming at me again. I blocked his blow and pushed him back, knocking him onto his back. I pointed my sword at his throat and smiled. "I do believe that that's check-mate." He threw his sword to the side and held his hands out for everyone to see that he had given up. I threw my sword aside and leaned over him, ignoring his cries of protest, and healing him. He stopped protesting and was quiet, watching his skin run back together, leaving no scars or bruises or any sign at all that a mark had ever been left there. "But, you hate him, don't you?" Anna asked quietly. I smiled and looked up at her after I had finished healing him. "I never said I hated him... after all, he was the one who hated me first. I don't hate him and I would love to be his friend, but he hates me more than anything in this world." I looked at Zayn and noticed a small cut on his hand. I ran my hand over his and the cut was gone, just like all of Harry's. "But there, we fought... and I won. You are the best swordsman I have fought in a while. You are excellent with your sword fighting. So, I bid you farewell for now." And I turned to leave...

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