Woodlands Village
Sparring Center.
CLACK! CLACK!
Johann tightened his grip on his wooden sword as it continued clashing on it's opponent's, Centaur.
A competitive atmosphere arose as the audience ( whom were mostly wanting to see Johann lose the 100th times.).
"Centaur Go!" The audience cheered intensively.
A smirk emerged on Centaur's face.
" What's wrong? Afraid to lose 100 times?" Centaur teased sillyly.
" Stop teasing people!" Johann cried as he steadied his stance.
Johann fenced his wooden sword as he tried to aim for a fatal blow.
Centaur foresighted it and crouched, pointing the tip at Johann's throat.
"Give it up, you'll never win."
Shouting furiously, Johann kicked Centaur away and managed to point his blade at Centaur's chest.
"Checkmate , Centaur."
"Of course." Centaur snorted as a ray of light emerged from his sword. He steadily aimed, and sliced through Johann's blade like butter.
"Centaur wins!" The crowd roared wildly.
Johann fell and kneeled down as tears flowed down his rosy cheeks.
"DAMNIT!!!!!!"
