Thursday, 29 November 2018

At A Stroke

It only took the knight a few stabs with his sword to break through the door enough to clear out the pathetic blockade I'd built. He slowly walked into the office, and I held the only thing I thought had a chance against him.

He slowly raised his visor.

"You do realise that's not what the expression means, yes?

"What expression?"

He looked confused, then lowered his visor. I knew I had one chance. He swung his sword in a small arc, but I'd already leaped, and jammed the pen through the visor and into his eye, blood bursting forth.

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