The Witch Hunt

The Witch Hunt.

A large, strong man walked through the woods. His clothing, stained with velvet red blood. His large greatsword, shining in the moonlight. His white hair, tidily kept in a ponytail.

He took out a map of the area. “It’s close.” He says, walking forward. Music could be heard faintly in the distance, from the colossal town that he had recently visited. The man saw a shack in the distance. “Finally.” He says, with a menacing grin. The man then  unsheathed his silver greatsword. Indistinct voices could be heard through the walls of the small shack. A figure walked out the open door of the shack.

“Hello, Garrett…” She said.

“China Sorrows, I’m here to kill you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

And then Garrett sprinted forward.