“Die you little freak!”
The roving blade charged forward, intent upon the boy.
The young man backed away until he hit a wall. Looking around, he saw no escape; the townspeople had formed an impenetrable ring around him and the swordsman.
He turned back to the bravo in time to see the jeweled sword whip towards him. He raised his arms reflexively to ward off the blow, expecting a hot flash of pain. Instead, he heard a loud thunk and felt a heavy bump against the hard chitin of his crustacean arm. The sword had glanced off, leaving him unharmed.
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