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Heya, Merry Christmas everyone!

Just thought I'd post in here a little story I wrote about my avi:

Dim sreetlamp light poured from a window to land at Ariana’s feet. She clutched the sword to her chest, hoping that no one would notice her. This was the perfect plan—creep in, murder Santa—and no one would suspect her, of all people! After all, she was one of Santa’s most trusted little helpers.
"This better work," she mumbled out of the side of her mouth. Carefully and quietly, she crept forward, not stirring a thread of the satiny white carpet beneath her feet.
Click! She heard the flick of a light switch behind her, and scrambled across the remaining stretch of pearly whiteness to hide behind a cabinet on the other side. Carefully, she peeked around just in time to see the jolly face of Mr. Clause himself, his weight bobbling a bit from the movement. His smile was gleeful, yet his eyes stern as could be.
"Someone there?"
Ariana crouched still and unmoving.
Santa shrugged, and turned around. "Guess not," he mumbled.
Taking tight hold of her sword, Ariana stepped forward, swung the blade around, and...
Missed. Damn! Clause turned around, his hair slightly ruffled from the movement of the sword.
"Ariana--what are you doing here? And with that--" He gulped. "Th-that sword?"
Santa put a hand to his forehead and fell to the floor, limp as a ragdoll. Tiny, struggled breaths escaped his lips.

Better to end his pain now.