Here's one from my friend Jesse
The Sword moved, and a man died. This did not concern the old wolf. The sword slid across armor and found purchase, the wearer grunted in pain and fell away. The old wolf stood his ground, grim warden of stained gates. The Outlanders would not negotiate. Surrender or be destroyed. The sword moved, a neck opened. The old wolf, member of the old order, held this tunnel. The sword moved, too slowly, and the old wolf fell. A wolf wins every fight but his last. The cord ties to him went tight, pulled a stone, the tunnel began to collapse.
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