Jackel charged toward John and John charged toward Jackel. Jackel's scissor like hands dashed around in the air, slicing at the thick, shiny black armour protecting John. Every slice, leaving a white scratch on the shiny surface of the armour. John swung the long, heavy Sword at Jackel and caught him in the legs. The knock, taking his legs out from underneath him. Before Jackel even hit the ground he had dashed off behind John and was tracking from behind. The slices were becoming stabs. Every stab in a different position, trying to find a soft spot, weak enough to draw blood. Eventually he found one and pushed in deep. John shrieked in pain as the blood seeped through the soft armour, onto the tip of Jackel's finger. Jackel smiled and laughed as the blood kept pouring out. John spun around and caught Jackel in the head with his elbow. Jackel's head crunched under his weight and, before he could dash off again, John grabbed Jackel's neck and squeezed. Jackel's blade fingers tried to scratch at John's arms and face but the armour was strong. The oxygen began to escape from his lungs and John grabbed his Sword and dug it deep into Jackel's stomach. Jackel felt the Sword pierce his armour but didn't even wince in pain. The Sword came out of the back of his back and blood poured out, gushing like a waterfall. But he wasn't dead yet, so he played dead and John dropped him to the ground. As John walked away Jackle dashed for him and stabbed at him again, prying the visor up from protecting John's face. The Visor slid up and Jackel jabbed at John's face, John threw him of his shoulders before the blade met his eyeball and somewhat blinded him. Jackel hissed as he lunged forward again, pinning John to a tree behind him. He jabbed as hard as he could (continuously) at the heart, softening the armour up, and then the armour split, in that area, revealing John's body beneath the metal. Jackel smiled and looked up at John and whispered; "Seems the odd are not in your favour. Complex has sided with me and destined you die and I live. Better luck next time. See you in hell!" And Jackel plunged his finger blade into John's heart but in one quick motion John swung his sword at his Jackel's hand and sliced it clean off. Jackel's hand was left, stabbed into John's heart and Jackel held the stump that was now in the position of his amputated hand. He shrieked in pain but soon laughed it off and wondered away, slowly, allowing his dying enemy to ponder upon his victorious opponent. But John seized his final chance and swung the Sword, with all his dying breath, and the Sword sliced straight through Jackel's neck and his head rolled away amongst the soggy ground. John smiled at his victory and whispered to himself; "I'm coming home Greg." And his head slung down and his eyes closed as his final breath escaped his lungs and his soul travelled up into the clouds and heavens above.
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13: The Beast Weapons
Short Story'War is upon us, General. We must do everything in our power to protect our District, our home!" The districts are under attack. The Pure (an ancient, religious tribe) are attacking the Districts after 3 years of non-lethal war, and trying to keep p...
