This was now a dance she had come to know by heart; the dip of her spine to avoid being struck and the lift of her feet to stay vertical without fumbling. This had continued for months in just different locations and alternate partners tapping out for a new challenge. But they had believed there to be a withering young girl inexperienced to stand before them as she appeared as such. But once this tango commenced, she proved she was skilled where it mattered, and in turn, brought the end of too many malicious entities to count. And each night, taking her metaphorical bow, she would take the closest path home and slide into her sheets with the comfort of knowing the night would rest easy without the presence of another demon. But after one hundred days of this unchanging orbit, monster after
