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So i live in this world called The World of Imagination. If any character, creature, setting, technology, or song is thought of or created it will end up here. When someone in the real life die and they had a creative imagination, they will end up here as a character or creature they created. In this world theres differnt cultures, villages, or community. The community i live in is where theres all sorts of different kinds of people using different weapons, monster tamers, and all differnt kinds of creatures who live here, fight and train. The community has different people either fight or do sparring matches or fighting beasts. They do it to see who is stronger, for fun, or any reason they want, but the main reason is to be the master fighter or any title they want. Theres few rules, but the main one is, no demonic creatures allowed in the culture, like demons, vampires, warewolves and other creatures like that. You might wonder why anyone would deside to go here. Its cause they choose to, some have there reason, others do it cause its fun, cause there the stongest of their village or culture, or they just want to show there stength. So today is training day, tomarrow i have to fight a dragon, its a low level dragon. Im a swordsmen, i use any blade i get, i perfur the bastard sword. The training areana is an exact copy of the battle areana. The areana changes depending on how the battlers want to fight, the areana can get bigger or smaller, it can be a desert, or a lake or a forest or a traditional areana. I desided that ill train in a plain. The training areana gives us various dummies. The dummies have magic on them to make them fight like a human or beast, they use any weapon and can use magic also to attack. I asked for a dragon dummy, i didnt know what dragon ill have to fight, so i asked for a fire dragon. This giant gray bag of hay with rope on it to make a dragon shape. It layed there, then a ora went around it, the dummy turn from a grey sack of hay to a animated version of it, its started to get detailed with a scale texture look, claws and sharp looking teeth. It roared then started to charge at me. I slashed at it but it didnt do anything, it just slashed at me, it slammed me down onto the ground and almost knocked my sword out of my hands. It tried to stomp onto me, I rolled then stood up and slashed at its leg, it cut through, hay started to come out of the leg as it roars in pain. It started to blow fire at me, i quickly slide to the left, it almost hit me. It moved it's head so it's fire would follow me. I ran twords it and slashed at it, i only got its chest. It was enough for it to lower itself. I gripped the handle tight then slashed at its neck, it cut through and hay came spewing out. Its went back to its training dummy form and fell over. The sorserer said,"nice, you beat it on beginner." I got kinda mad at that but i asked in a normal voice,"how strong is the dragon tomarrow?" He said,"about normal level."
"Okay, use a higher level then normal."
"Theres normal, normal easy, normal hard, hard, and nightmare."
"Normal hard."
So he brought out a new dummy then animated it. It flew up into the air then did a downward strike, i moved out of the way, it flew passed me then hooked its tail and knocked me to the ground. It landed then turned around. As he turned around i tried to stand back up. As he came close i was to my feet. It tried to slash at me, but i blocked it, i knocked its claws to the side and it stumbed, i tried to slash at it but it used its head to knock the sword out of my hands. The sword flew to the side and landed a few feet away. The dragon regained its balance then went to attack me, but before it could land a hit it turned back into a training dummy. Then fell to the ground. I stood there staring at it then looked over at the sorcerer. He started to laugh and said,"good try atleast." I just walked over to my sword and tryed to bend down but my back hurt from getting knocked down. After i get my sword i desided to go to my home. Its like a appartment complex, it had a room, a bathroom, and a kitchen. I went and layed down on my bed. I close my eyes and start to doze off. This loud speaker wakes me up and announce,"now battling is Lion and Oren."  I get up and go to the areana. Everyone was at the areana. The people that were fighting was Lion, the half man half lion man who weilds a great sword, he was a tall and muscular man with long dark dreads and his opponite is Oren the orc, he is a big beefy orc that weilds a massive club. He has fairly big thick horns and a white kinda wavy hair that comes down his back. The loud speaker announces,"fighter, fightets,freaks, psycos, and everything inbetween, lets get this fight started." Everyone started to cheer, both fighter had a mainly even amout of people cheering for them. They both are really strong fighters in the community. The speaker announced asking them,"will this being a health match or a death match." A health match is like a sparing match but they both have a health bar above there head that depletes as they get hit, but none of them die. A death match is self explanatory, you either win or die. So both of them agreed on the death match. The loud speaker said,"death match it is." Both the fighter put there weapons down and walked twords eachother, then they shake eachothers hands, closed there eyes, lowering there heads down so they point down almost touching foreheads, and everyone resight the death match pray,"from weapon to weapon, we fight, if one of us shall die we hope that there soul will pass on peacefully." Then the fighters said,"...Lets go." They started to play a song but it wasnt a heavy metal song or anything like that. It was a sadder sounding song, it was leave out all the rest by linkin park. Then they opened there eyes and walked back to there weapons. On their way to their weapons Lion saids to Oren."i wish you the bestest luck." Oren replyed,"same to you, i heard you came from a similar background as me."
"I heard the same about you." We all knew that they ment every word with repect for eachother. We all started to figure out why they picked the song now, cause they both werent the best of there villages, but even if they would work harder their kind wouldnt think their good enough. They only joined to show that they are stong enough. They stood there for a few moments with there weapons. The speaker started to count down."5...4....3......2.......1........GO!!!" Then they ran at eachother. Lion swong first, he did a diagnal slash, but Oren slammed his club at the sword and stopped it from hitting him, but the sword got stuck in the club. Oren tried to twist his club to get the sword out of Lion's hands, but Lion grabbed the ricasso so his palm was facing Oren and adding pressure so Oren couldnt move his club. He pushed into the club. Oren pushes back, the blade started to go deeper into the club, but Oren started to raise the sword up, then grabbed the blade with his free hand and pushed against it not caring if it cuts his hand. Lion thuster his blade, but Oren's hand didnt move at all on the blade, then Lion took his hand off the handle then put it on the end of the club and pushed the club hard so the blade would come out. Lion was still holding the club. So they both had a hand on both there weapons. Lion quickly pushed the club like he was throwing it and grabbed the blade and yanked it out of Oren's hand. It cut through his hand. And Lion only had a small cut. It made Oren step back and turn alittle. Lion swong the sword with 2 hands and swong it and hit Oren in the back. It didnt go in that much, Oren arched his back abit, Lion took the sword out as Oren swong his club basicly blindly, it hit Lion's sholder. It broke Lion's arm, he stumbs alittle and screamed in pain. Then Oren swong at Lion, but Lion used his not broken hand to swing and parried it. Lion gripped his sword then swong really hard at Oren's hand and knocked the club out of his hand. Then swong at Oren's head, it sunk into his head. Oren's face started to fade and his body started to go limp then fell to the ground with the sword still in his head, Lion let go of the sword and looked at Oren's dead body and said,"i hope your soul will pass on safely." Then this white dove flew up from Oren's chest and flew up wards to the sky. Lion watched the dove fly up as the crowd cheered for him.

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