I had underestimated him. He drew blood again, I marveled at how sharp his sword was, blood poured from the wound yet, it felt like a mere paper-cut. I backed away, I was tired and was not using my ultimate weapon, my brain.
I spun around, and he jabbed with his sword, it entered just under my ribcage, I saw it coming, I couldn’t avoid it but, I could lessen the blow. I pivoted on my heels turned my body to the left and the tip entered, had I moved to the right or not moved fast enough, it would have been my end. However, I bore the full brunt of the swords hilt across my forehead..blood ran into my eyes,, I had to think. I willed myself to feel nothing, to hear only his footsteps, to see through the curtain of red. Now, I sensed, I calmed and received knowledge. A picture so clear entered my mind, I could see him and everything around me.
Drawing in a deep breath, I raised the sword over my head, spun it like a javelin, jumped off the ground and took off his head..The crowd was silent..

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