The Dragon-Personal Narrative

“Urgh” I groaned as I tried to get back to my senses to get away from these loan sharks, as I looked up I saw an incoming fist, almost like the world was going in slow motion. I shifted my body slightly, just managed to dodge the hit and then I gathered all my energy and landed a hard hit onto

sword from my hip I went along his flank to stab him where the midriff

I shiver at the sound, there is only one person in the room who would cause me any harm, the scout was up. It was impressive he could move after being tossed around like a rag doll, greater so he had the strength to lay his hands on me. Unluckily for him I knew where all his wounds were. As his grip tightens I swing my arm to where his upper abdomen would be. He grunt of pain tells me I found it. His grip loosens and I push him away from me. The man doesn’t stumble very far, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t used to being beaten. Assessing my threat level, he charges. I have hardly any time to block his swing and milliseconds before it happens, I know he isn’t going for my face. There is a crack from my leg and pain shoots from my ankle. I scream in agony. The scout pins me down, I should have left him in the woods after

He started to catch up to me, and eventually picked me up again. “Let me go you d*ck.” “Can you stop screaming for two minutes and let me explain.” “You need water and food before you go on a long journey.” You don’t get it do you huh. I started to tear up realizing that if I try and attack him again, I was not going to get anywhere. His forehead was getting redder and redder each time I looked at him. “My nephew is all alone with my friends and they have no way to defend themselves at our camp. I need to be back there. I can not leave

I let him get close. I let him do this. But there would be no more of that. I would pick up the pieces of the battle the same way I was picking up the pieces of my family. I didn't want him to be close to me anymore, I didn't want his body overpowering my own. He had no right to hold his height over me, to throw himself around so carelessly. He had knocked me over one time too many and I had no problem letting him

Right away he starts to swing at me before I get a chance to so I start dodging his punches but then he throws a real swing at me right to the ribs that’s when I got mad he’s still swinging got me again in the ribs but the other side side at this point

I shot at him during the fight. I left after that. I remember that. After I shot at him.

My heart was racing but, I kept my cane swinging and pointed it at the spot.

I cupped his mouth with my palm. Only silence would speak for this man. I cleared my throat.

“What did I do?” I say trying to keep a steady voice. He gets his fist and hits me in my right eyebrow. I do not move. I am too stunned. Is this pain? Is this fear? Thanks to the Amadors, the leaders of Andorra, I have never had to feel these emotions. The man

It took every ounce of willpower not to smack him. Instead, I threw my hands in my hoodie pockets.

His assailant stands snarling over him, and before L can think he has kicked up, utilizing every childhood wrestling skill and what little he had started to learn from his capoeira lessons, and there is a knife clattering to the ground beside him.

(Gordon) "you knew that you couldn't avoid my attack. So you took it through your arm. Ha-ha-ha! Just magnificent, but I am quite astonished that you still fought back. It seems that your desires are stronger than my ambitions."

He falls to the floor, he grabs me by my arm and flips me off of him and sends me sliding on the hard dirt ground. I quickly stand up and charge back at him. He tries to stop me but I quickly move to the side and bring the dagger it his inner arm and make a cut. He screams out in pain which catches the attention from everyone. They stop to stare at me going crazy. Asher falls to the ground holding his arm.

After that, the fight devolved into him trying to dodge the assault of both Gloria and I while occasionally trying to land his own blows.