894 scars

Its armor gave way to the knight's sword, flying to pieces. Each piece came to a stop, around 3 feet away from the impact, and then bounded back into place, as if by a bramble of elastic bands. The knight's sword made a horrible, piercing sound as the reforming porcelain bent and twisted the sword like a paper tissue.

"It isn't so easily stopped, what isn't there cannot be hit."

The porcelain closed over the blade fragment, snapping inside and outside ends off, forming a ceramic scar over the remaining sliver of blade. The knight took a second looks, and realized that the doll's... porcelain skin was riddled with similar scars. The knight stumbled backwards over herself, scrabbling away from the 8 foot doll, unable to fully get her legs under her.

"Mistress, it has demonstrated mistresses power to the invader."

"Did it say the line? I love it when it says the line"

"As always, mistress"

"Goody goody. I'll want to see the recording later. It can resume unclogging the latrine"

As it turned towards Mistresses new request, its skin sang from 894 scars, the symphony of pricks that accompanied it every every movement.

#Empty Spaces #Combat doll