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I Sword Fight With A Dead Guy

Now, knowing how dumb my brain is, I did the first thing I could think of. I grabbed a stick, and held it out in front of me defensively. Farlo raised an eyebrow.

"Very well."

He waved his hand, and a beam of light, oddly representing a light saber, appeared in his hand. He held it out in the same stance as me.

Adrenaline rushed through my body. I figured the only way to take Farlo down was to surprise him.

Picking up speed, I ran as possible towards him, and swung my stick. Farlo blocked it. When the beam of light he was holding touched my stick, my stick started smoking. I banged it against the ground a couple times to rid any fire.

Soon, Farlo and I were circling each other again. I swung my stick back and forth, not actually hitting Farlo, but warning him to stay back.

I charged again, and swung hard towards his head. Farlo parried, and we started a dance.

I'm not much of a sword fighter, but it's pretty simple. Just swing until you hit your opponent. Farlo was a bit more graceful than me, blocking and swinging back with a bit more of a flourish.

Without me knowing, the light beam hit my side.

You know when you get a bit of hot glue on your hands? Accidentally while gluing something, maybe? And then when you do, you say the quick 'ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow', wave your hand a bit, and then your fine?

Well, when the sword hit me, it was like that, but hotter, and lasting longer.

I jumped back, wincing and groaning in pain. I looked down at the wound. It melted the fabric of my nightgown together, and I was sure my skin was burnt and red underneath. But adrenaline was(thankfully) numbing the pain for me, so I was ready for battle again.

When I swung, Farlo hit back. The top of my stick was promptly sliced off, leaving a sharp point.

I looked in shock at the shorter stub. I turned back to Farlo, who was grinning with victory. I suddenly felt a surge of anger in my chest.

"T-th-this i-is th-" I stopped. Farlo had turned looking up at the sky. "Cricket, face it. It's over. Your town is ruined. No need for anymore violence."

It wasn't over. Not by a long shot. My friends were in trouble. And I still had a weapon. I needed to end this. Surprisingly clear, I said the sentence.

"This is the last time you mess with my town."

I ran forward, my stick poised for a stab. Farlo turned, his eyes wide with surprise. And then, I stabbed the dagger into his back. I cringed, immediately regretting my decision. But instead of the dagger going in, Farlo howled.

The whole world spun, swimming in and out of vision. I noticed the only thing visible was Farlo, who pried the dagger away from his shadowy form.

"W-where are w-we g-g-going?"

Simply, he answered:

"Back in time."

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-Clo