Literature
Day 3: Your Patron Troll
A cry of pain rent the still air of the Veil. Blood dripped from the stumps where fingers once connected to a hand, and Jack fell to his knees. His ring, still securely on the finger he had first slipped it onto, dropped to the platform the two fighters stood upon. With a fizzle, Jack's wings disappeared. His canine countenance shrank back into his face, the sword disintegrated from his grasp, and his other arm came into being just in time for him to lung forward for the ring again.
He wasn't quick enough. A blue blade came down upon it, severing it in two as easily as it cut through his own flesh. With a hiss, the black orbs dulled and seem