The sword, it's edge dull and chipped, fell to the floor with a clatter. Drops of blood, still warm from the body, stained its worn metal as gravity claimed them. A harsh laugh echoed through the hall.
"Is that all you've got? I expected more from one with a reputation such as yours! Take up your blade now or I'll strike you down as you kneel before me!"
Rasping breaths and more falling droplets.
"Those eyes of yours are quite useless aren't they? You...you can't see a thing. Beyond the walls of physical might...you are blind. Ha ha...quite blind indeed."
More drops.
"Strike me down if it please you. That wretched reputation means nothing to me. Just know that your death with follow mine in short order. You don't understand...you who have never known true fear. When things get their worst...when all seems lost..."
Fewer...
"You underestimate me. My resolve...I will not lose. As long as my will lives on, I shall not lose. The swordsman lives twice."
Stop.
"Come then, fool. Let us finish this farce. One who has never seen the scythe of Death cannot hope to understand true strength. So long as my heart is set, no force can stop me. From the flames of defeat, I rise evermore."
3 years ago
3 comments:
:(
You killed your MC.
You know Will, your writing would seem so much more... real... if you wrote about reality.
I curse aplenty, no need for alarm.
It was just dramatic, and the friendship to which I refer is very important to me.
Thanks for your concern.
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