Marron-Sijarru was digging his teeth into the skin of her breatsplate. She let out a gasp of pain as he lapped at the blood that appeared on her skin.
There was a clamor outside the room, that then filled the room. Tira looked up, and past Marron-Sijarru’s shoulder to see her friends there, ready to help her. Marron-Sijarru heard the noise as well, and recoiled from her flesh to look at the visitors.
Maybe they weren’t as ready as they had seemed. The Hunters stood frozen in horror.
“Ah, you!” exclaimed Marron-Sijarru, in the monster’s voice. “I have tasted your blood, old woman. Ah, but you were ripe them.” He turned to Aila. “And you, pretty young morsel. I had your sister, before this beautiful boy. She didn’t last very long, only a year. She was too easy. Oh, but this one,” the Sijarru’s said, shaking Marron’s head so that is hair flew all about, “this one puts up such a luscious fight.”
“Aiana!” cried Aila. “No!”
“Yes,” said the Sijarru.
Amorada began to speak, reading backwards from the scroll. She spoke the sentences backwards. Marron-Sijarru screamed and lept off of the bed, where he had been straddling Tira. he ran towards Amorada, but Gateau stopped him, holding him in the air before he threw Marron-Sijarru against the wall.
Amorada was done speaking. “The knife!” she said to Aila. ila looked up and shook her head. “No knife!” she cried. “Boy, give me your sword!”
Confused, Carrot unseathed his sword, and threw it to the old woman. The caught it by its hilt as Marron-Sijarru was getting up. Not wasting any time, she weilded the sword and made a giant, diagonal slash across Marron’s chest, starting at Marron’s wounded shoulder and cutting straight across to his his waist. Blood splashed behind the sword, and continued to fall. Marron-Sijarru stopped, his eyes wide.
“Unbind!” screamed Amorada. “Unbind!”
Marron-Sijarru dropped to his knees, and fell on his face in the floor. They stood and watched as the body lay on the wooden planks. Each and every person in Restor felt something go out of the air as the demon was released. Marron’s disposessed body relaxed.
Tira got up off the bed, and stared at the blood, and at Marron’s back.
“Marron?” asked Carrot, his eyes wide and wet. He knelt in the blood around his brother. “Marron? Ototo?” Carrot looked up at the old woman. “Is he dead?”
“I don’t know. I do not think the cut I made was deep,” Amorada said.
“The Sijarru is gone, but... is Marron?” asked Tira.
* * *
A small whispering noise was emitted from the body. In a rasping, breathles voice, Marron said, “I fought it... It’s gone.” He stopped, and thought. “Oh... Oh, God... Tira...” A spasm went through Marron’s body. “What have I... What have I...”
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