I watch her go. But I do not run, no. I stay and watch, her every parry, her every lunge. She put too much weight on her right, not enough on her left, and she protected low, near her ribs, not her neck, she was quick but wasn't strong. This wasn't just some battle. This was war. I unsheathe Frostbite, it's long blade glittering in the sunlight. Angel had managed to defeat the monsters, and now, looked like she was coming back for me. I lift up my sword, and look Angel straight in the eyes.
"It will be your treacherous blood on another sword." I snarl.
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Academy Of The Royals (Draft version)
FantasyThis is really old and not really worth reading, it's very poorly written In a world made up of only kingdoms how do people have any freedom? Well some would say they don't, that's how that uprisings started. But what happens when rebels invade the...
