Wednesday, December 16, 2015

100 Words a Day 751

The rough wall scraped him through his cloth shirt. The pain didn’t bother him; he hardly noticed it. He was too occupied by the heavy blows raining down on his battered shield. His arm shook with each jarring impact, leaving his arm was nearly numb. The clanging echoed through the small chamber. In between blows, he threw his shield forward, hitting his attacker in the face, sending him stumbling away. Taking advantage of the brief respite, he tried to gather his breath. The man quickly recovered and charged him anew, but the blows came slower and without the previous enthusiasm.

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