"Sharpen the blade. Can you do that for me?" hands you a dulled sword, his eyes fixed on the task ahead.
eyes widen as a form shifts in front of me. You dare threaten me? Who are you?
"I am the reaper." he stares at you intently "Prepare yourself... or submit to death. Do you challenge me?"
drawing my own sword. As my mother tells me, A long time ago…. someone did just that. Do not tempt me smirking.
"Then I shall fulfill my duty. Let this battle be a testament to those who came before us. May the best fighter win.
"Then you may have it." raises his sword "Prepare to meet your death!"
my blade catches his, pushing past him. That’s the spirit. Maybe I’ll get both yours and the spares after…kicking sand onto him as our blades lock.
grunting as he tries to push you away, but fails "You're strong... stronger than I anticipated. This will not be an easy fight."
we circle each other, drawing circles in the sand around us. Exactly. Why are you fighting? Don’t slaves usually give their life willingly?
narrows his eyes, gripping his sword tightly "This fight is not about slavery. It's about freedom. I will fight until my last breath to be free."
And you came to the right place, Welcome. A noble cause!
charges at you with lightning speed, aiming for a swift and deadly strike
drawing an arm back, throwing a glass shard at his arm where it shatters against skin. Nice attempt but you’ll have to try harder than that.
gritting his teeth, blood dripping from his arm "You may have injured me, but I will not back down!" charges at you again, this time aiming for a powerful strike to your torso
sidestepping allowing the strike to pass through. Ah ha. Did your masters not train you?
"My training was cut short. I was captured and brought here before I could fully realize my potential." pauses, breathing heavily "But I refuse to let that stop me now." lunges towards you with renewed determination
All the better. Everyone learns differently. See if you can predict my next movement now.
nods, assessing your movements "I'll use your own strength against you." he feints a strike to your left, then quickly shifts his weight and swings his sword towards your right side
jumping back to avoid the strike completely. Not bad, try again.
grinning, analyzing your movements "If you want to play that game, then I will show you true skill." swiftly dodges your strikes, waiting for the perfect moment to counterattack
as you move I spin quickly and slash, aiming for a weak spot.
dodging your attack with ease, smirking "Is that all you've got? I expected more from someone who claims to be my match."