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white belt - round one

I fell down with her, her body collapsing in my arms. She was slowly losing colour as I wept continuously.

I took out my own sword, ready to battle her killer when suddenly a cry came.

"It's him! Catch him!"

An army came from behind the man, marching through the empty land.

I ran away, sword still drawn, planning my next move.

As the army finally caught up, I took the sword, spinning the blade around to face myself. I took a deep breath before stabbing it deep into my chest, muttering as I fell, "It would never be me."