Monday, February 8, 2016

100 Words a Day 786


He jerked to the side and the knife glanced off the metal plate on his jerkin, which was there for just that purpose, and the fight was on. He didn’t bother drawing his own blade yet, but rather slammed into his attacker, sending both tumbling into the shadows. He jumped to his feet and retreated into the dim light, drawing his knife as he withdrew. He waited a few moments, but no one emerged from the dark recess. Daring a glance around, he saw he was alone. Unwilling to push his luck further, he bolted towards the well-lit main street.

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