Thursday, January 2, 2014

100 Words a Day 503

Shit. He thought to himself as the kick connected, knocking him from the ledge. He felt the air rush by and absently wondered if the wind would smash him against the craggy rocks that blurred past.

Above, his opponent briefly watched him fall with flailing limbs before turning back towards the crowd. He raised his sword in triumph, the plummeting man already forgotten as he came fully into the realization that everything was his.

He stalked towards the people watching and they parted before him, some out of respect, but all out of fear. He passed them without a thought.

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