Dry autumn leaves crunched beneath worn tennis shoes. The plastic accents glinted in the fading sunlight. Ashe took another step before stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. They were close now. Ashe pulled a long silver baseball bat from where it sat strapped to their backpack. They swung it a few times testing the balance as a figure stepped opposite of the trees to their right. She was clothed in a simple green dress that hung loosely from her shoulders. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile, revealing a pair of fangs. Ashe quickly tore their eyes from the serpentine figure to focus on the reflection in their bat. Blair gold eyes reflected back at them before the woman lunged. Ashe parried the blow in a shower of sparks. The woman’s claws slid down the length of the bat, narrowly missing Ashe’s hand. She hissed venomously as a kick of worn tennis shoes caught her in the gut.
“You’re getting slow, Medusa.” Ashe taunted behind their mask, eyes still turned downwards to the reflection in the baseball bat.
The woman either couldn’t or refused to answer. She stretched slowly to her full height, clicking her nails together as her eyes narrowed to golden slits. She was searching for an opening.
In another instant, she lunged, moving with blinding speed. Her hands stretched forward for Ashe’s throat before blood sprayed from everywhere, blinding her. Ashe swung the baseball bat around before landing a blow hard onto the side of Medusa’s head, separating it clean from her body.
It landed with a dull thud in the grass. The glow of her blair gold eyes faded… cold and lifeless. Her body stiffened cracking and popping with a sickening sound. The emerald green of her dress dulled and stilled. Ashe finally dared to raise their eyes to where the woman once stood, finding only a headless statue, arms still out grasping in their direction.
With a deft swiftness, Ashe slid their baseball bat back into it’s makeshift sheath on their back. They wouldn’t have to return to this place for another hundred years at least.