Short Story Chapter 1

He ducked as I slid my sword across the air. The magnificent beast I was welding was begging to slice into someone and drink their iron rich blood. The Willowan man is twice the size of me and much stronger, but I am much more fast and nimble. He attacks me, aiming for me left side. I step aside and slash my sword through his last rib. His face turns blank and he falls to his knees. As I walk away I hear his blood gurgle in his mouth. He was wrong to think that he could possibly beat me.

He watched with hurt in his eyes, "No, Y/N- I can't fight you, I-I refuse to-" His voice shook awfully. He begged you to stop it, but there was nothing to stop. At this point, you were no longer controlling your body. You lifted the sword and pointed it at him.

Hinton, an amiable tobacco planter in Virginia, inspected the mill infrequently and trusted him to make an honest trade. There was no way to forecast when loggers would arrive, depending on the weather and the wind and water currents so Matthew remained available year-round. He was tall, burley with bushy, red hair, and freckles that almost connected into a solidly tan face. People never forgot him because his freckles were such an assortment of colors, red, brown, tan, beige, pink, auburn, rust, black, and orange. He entertained visitors with stories of animals and men fighting themselves and each other along with spine-tingling stories about ghosts and Indians that intimidated the settlers. If they were true, it did not matter.

“Fine, I won’t need it anyway,” he answers arrogantly. “I shall finish you with this!” pulling out a much larger sword from behind his back. Swiftly swinging the behemoth of a sword was easy for him. He was much stronger than the average man, I knew one cut from it, at the speed he was swinging it I could be finished. The armor he was wearing was as hard as diamond, he came prepared for a bloody bout.

“Show me your resolve. Show me how badly you want to become a better person. Let us continue our battle.” The battlefield became misty again. The two continued their fight. Genesis nodded. She aimed another punch at her direction. She had a plan in mind however. She watched as her right fist went through her; however she paused as she waited for her body to reform before Genesis performed her true attack. Her other fist was cloaked with water and before the guildmaster of Sabertooth had the chance to react she successfully landed an attack to her jaw.

"…I know I've managed to surpass two battles…But I still don't know how to fight!" Cho confessed. Violet was silent for a moment, not knowing how to comfort the girl. Violet could see that in Cho's eyes, she seemed utterly terrified. For comfort, the French girl brightly smiled," Don't worry, I'll make sure the Grand doesn't give you a powerful opponent," She said. Cho smiled, warmly," Thanks," She said. Asano came running out of the building," I'm here!' He

“You obviously can’t fight for yourself,” Thais froze at the words, “You’re not fine, you’re barely standing. Don’t push you’re luck my lord.” It was cold formality and brutal honesty that caved in the remaining barricades leaving Nereus to pick up the young, exhausted prince. The retainer ignored the murmured words hate spoken into his neck and the hands that griped his shoulders a little too

They turned the castle corner to a giant lawn two kilometers long. Flowers of every color lined where the yard and forest met, a decorated border everyone seemed to fear. A wooden fence marked the beginning of the lawn’s plateau, and flattened stones created a biotic footpath into a green valley of nothingness.

He plucks the First Blade from Dean's belt, then pulls his right hand up, closes Dean's fingers around the handle, then wraps his own hands over Dean's, watching the fire snake through the Mark. He takes a deep breath, locks his eyes with bloodshot green, and stabs the blade into his own chest.

He opens his eyes to an unfamiliar view—there is a blue-toned light hitting against the shadowed ebony metal siding. He hits his head from the van driving over a bump, "Ow..." he gently rubs the affected area.

“My…what strength we have,” says Acnes performs several somersaults and strikes the hunter’s right arm with a steel dagger.

The group had to settle down from the night, but from what Nihei said they were pretty close to the village. Ryder and Emma had finished cleaning up the food as Jack tended to the fire. Izzy and raichu laid out on their sleeping bag fast asleep with zorua curled up to the side of them. Venusaur and Nihei were also fast asleep beside each other.

“I’m honored.” A sadistic grin appears on the Chaosn’s face. Zalminis races forward and stabs at Desh. He bats the halberd away with his left blade while swinging his right. Zalminis bends backwards while stepping forward to go underneath the swipe. Using the force of

Kristos collapsed on the snowy courtyard with a huff, sprawled out lazily. “I am thoroughly exhausted!” he shouted to no one in particular. “Even as an expert in sword-fighting, I can’t fight for that long!”

“No!” the small girl standing there cried. “Take her,” Raven said, “bring her to the compound.” “Help!” the small girl exclaimed as she was being pulled from her sister’s arms. Raven circled the next girl, sizing her up like a predator. “This one, the leader would like as a maid. Take her to the Capitol.” She went with the guard quietly, not ever resisting , fighting. “Burn the house and put the other members in prison for treason!” Raven ordered, striding to her vehicle, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~