I'm fighting a man I can't see, he has a sword, I have a dagger, nothing new to me clearly but I have no idea who I'm up against his moves are clean, smooth...yet fulled with strength almost breaking my defences. My right foot takes a step back as we are both stuck in a each other blades but I can feel myself losing the hold. I jolt back and make a move for his leg to cut it with my dagger but I fail as I feel him grab me wrist and squeeze it hard, so hard it almost breaks and I almost drop my dagger, I move my right foot back to match my left and I kick him in the knee, nothing. I try again. Nothing. The more I kick him, the harder he squeezes my wrist, this is pointless. Luke hasn't stepped in, Isabel has no combat training (to my knowledge) and Anderson is to tried to even fight if he liked, my eyes dart around, trying to think, think! But I can't, this grip is familiar, and it's sickening, then it hits me. I grab his wrist the one that isn't holding my own and twist down, hard, but I don't hear him say anything but his grip on my wrist gets tighter for a moment which tells me it hurt like hell, I kick his knee again then grab his arm with my freed wrist and push him to the light, and what I see, almost makes me sick.
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A Fallen Soldier
Fantasy"Broken, that's what I'm and always will be from now on, a broken family a past better left unsaid I hate it." In the kingdom of Sudria lives a young woman who believes she's made a clean break from her past, her truth. However, one mission shows a...
