The warriors in the ring clashed their swords together. Sparks flew from the god-made metals, exploding in orange and gold.
One was failing – the mortal warrior couldn't catch his breath quick enough. He knew he was bleeding from wounds his opponent inflicted, but he couldn't care about then. He only feared the loss against the immortal in front of him.
Demonic energy radiated from the inmortal. "Ready to meet your puny god, pathetic earthling?"
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Kurgu OlmayanI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
