An excerpt from a work in progress.Our blades met, Clashing and spitting sparks as he expertly maneuvered his pushing mine downwards causing me to curse before his hilt found my face sending me sprawling backwards my sword skittering out of reach. He then leveled his blade to my chest a victorious smirk on his face. "Are you ready to yield little champion?" He mocked.More Like This
'About as ready as you are to kiss a Barenn' I thought. I looked around to my friends occupied in their own fights, none of them could help me. As I caught my breath I looked up at Drekk. He tensed his muscles lifting his blade for the final stab and I did the most instinctual thing ever. I kicked him in the shin. Or so I thought but I missed and hit a little higher as I heard a yelp and then a groan. He backed away doubled over. "Thats unsportsmanlike." He gasped in a grave voice before gesturing towards his minion. "Orpheus finish him." Orpheus began to giggle and move towards me baring his fangs.
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