Death

Rusk swung the blade towards his opponent. The sword arched in the air and missed its target. The sword missed its target by a hair's breadth, but it was enough to escape the killer strike. Such perfect dodge could only be done by one of high agility and fighting experience. The dodge was done with minimal movement, which to conserve strength and maintain posture. The dodge had another purpose. One of which only the ones skilled and experienced enough in the mechanics of combat would know--- to counter attack.

After evading the strike, Rusk's opponent, and which we shall name him as Ron, slammed the hint pommel of his sword at Rusk's chest. The force of the strike was so great that it knocked the wind out of Rusk and sent him flying a few steps back. Ron smiled. The hilt attack of the sword was not only intended to stun his opponent but also to create space between them, enough space for a full swing of a sword.

Seeing his chance, Ron slashed the point of his sword across Rusk's chest. Blade met flesh and Ron hopped to his left, avoiding the spray of blood. Rusk screamed as blood came spurting out his chest. The pain surged through his body and drained at his strength. Rusk's knee hit the ground.

Rule one of fighting: never let your knees touch the ground. Ron thought as his opponent knelt in front of him with hands clutching his wounded chest. Ron's fist gripped the hilt of his sword harder. Then, he raised the weapon above his head, ready to strike down his already wounded foe. Using all the strength left he had in his right hand, Ron brought the sword down Rusk's left shoulder. The sound of bones cracking followed by the scream of agony was heard as the sword buried itself into Rusk's left shoulder. Then, Rusk's whole body fell to the ground. It was over.

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i wasnt, am not, willnt blog much so i killed my character. lol