Tuesday, July 30, 2013
100 Words a Day 336
The soldier ducked as I swung. My sword slipped from my bloody, sweaty hands and sailed into the swirling melee. My opponent smiled, his teeth a sharp white against the earthen grime and blood that covered us all. Eager to press his advantage, the man rushed me, ax raised to deliver a crushing blow to my skull and spill my brains. I met the rough haft of his ax with crossed forearms. He thrust his spike-plated knee at my groin, but I bumped it away with my own knee, and then proceeded to shatter his ankle with my heavy boot.