Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Last Sword Standing



It had been over an hour since their swords had first touched, but neither of them was counting. To them, time was being counted in fractions of seconds, as they kept looking for openings, either to exploit or to shut down.

Her left arm was now dripping in blood, while he’d have to learn how to live without his right ear, assuming he survived.

They continued to circle each other, looking for that one final blow that would end it. They weren’t about to let the other one live after what they’d gone through.

Until they heard the army approaching.

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