Okay, so i was really bored in class, so i just started writing. I thought to put it on here to see what people think.
He struck another blow, only to be blocked again by his opponent. He recoiled and brought his blade back, putting it in a ready position, pointing towards his opponent. Then, he felt something hot running down his arm from his shoulder. He didn't even have to look to know what it was... Blood.. The man grabbed the hilt of his sword tighter, readying himself for another attack. No longer was his armor the metallic blue which it had once been famous for, now it was stained crimson red with blood. The man looked at his opponent, he wore no armor, only a black cloak that seemed like it didn't belong to this world. He readied himself, knowing his opponents speed he would have to be ready in a flash. He blinked, and before he knew it, he felt something rip through his shoulder, tugging and finally retreating. He howled in pain and dropped to his knees. Looking at the ground, he saw a river of his own blood trickling past him, toward his opponent's feet. He looked up as he heard a sword creak as it was lifted. The opponent brought his sword up high, in an executional position above the man. Then the cloaked opponent said, "Now, you can join your friends in Hell." The last thing the man saw was the agony of his own face in the reflection of the sword....
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