TRY AGAIN...
She lost track of them
Her mouth was a cesspool of blasphemies, and her tongue, a well-practiced versifier. The cold had numbed her limbs, and the darkness was no help either.
For now she would retreat, bottling up the stupid bitch wanting to take over for the time being.
For now she would leave them alive, have them feel safe for the night, maybe even the following daylight, but once she'd strike again, she'd be sure nothing else would block her way.
For now, she'd try again later.
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