Tuesday, January 28, 2014

100 Words a Day 529

Using a C-step he got behind the last attacker, holding the man’s sword up with the crook of one of his Deerhorn Knife, and stabbed the man’s kidney with the blade of his other knife. The man grunted in pain before collapsing.

Feng let his hands fall to his sides and stood panting, the bodies of the bandits surrounding him. He wasn’t sure if they were dead, but they were incapacitated. As the adrenaline ceased to course his veins and his training faded back to the recesses of his mind, the enormity of his first kills made him shake uncontrollably.

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