Battle crys escape my throat
as I finally meet a worthy opponent.
the cuts run deep as his sward glides
across my skin, the blood
flows freely
as if drawn to him.
Mutilation.
My eyes never leave
him, unable to find the achelies
heal of his armor.
I wrap him in a ring of fire
trying to get free.
The flames reflect the gleam
in his eyes, a smirk
across his bloody face,
as he sinks an arrow
in my knee.
I fall from the highest tower,
only to drown in the sea.
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