The Old Man stood in the middle of the bridge, so still that a hawk had perched on the top of his oversized weapon.
As the sun was setting, the man he was waiting for arrived on horseback. The younger, stronger fighter laughed as he dismounted and unsheathed his larger weapon.
"Ah, so they think you can stop me where so many more have failed. Stronger, faster, more exotic, I've bested them all. Your experience counts little, and you have what else?"
He swung, startling the hawk, which attacked, driving the fighter over the edge of the bridge.
"My luck."
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