Inner Discord

Chapter 4

I prepared to attack. There were four enemies in total. The strongest one seemed to be their leader, the prettiest of them. I had no weapon, but I had this strange feeling of power. One of the burglars grabbed a wooden stick and wanted to hit my head with it. I put up my arm and blocked it with ease. I felt like no pain at all. My arm made a swing after I had grabbed the stick and the guy landed on his back on the bed, screaming. Then he grinned and said: 'Because you seem to have noticed how to use these powers of yours, I think I'll have to get serious.' As soon as he said that, the other ones calmed down and began leaning against the wall like nothing was going on at all. 

His arm glowed a bright brown light and his stick began to change shape. I wanted to attack myself, but the light pushed me away. A moment later his stick had become a sword. It was beautiful, like the divine smith Hephaestos himself had made it. From it, a dark glance came forth. The sword itself was made of a weird kind of crystal. I took it for obsidian. I grabbed a chair when he raised his sword and tried to use it to defend myself. It broke. I picked up an abrupt chair leg and simultaneously I heard my opponent was sighing from excitement. He yelled: 'Die! Die! Die!' He lifted his sword again, but now I was able to dodge. I reached his back and when the guy looked astonished behind him, I stabbed him with the chair leg.

I thought I had won, because the guy started to bleed. His orange clothes became soaked from the blood. But surprisingly, the blood started to crawl back into the wound again, after which the wound closed. I did not know what happened anymore. The guy looked angry, his sighing became louder. White, foaming drool dripped slowly from his opened mouth. His eyes were as orange as his clothes, as if they were infected with some kind of scary disease. Yellow crusts that had heaped on his eyelids looked like they would prevent him from closing his eyes. He began chopping his sword randomly around him, and with every blow he yelled once again: 'Die!'

I was able to dodge my opponent thrice more, but the fourth time his sword swooped a hair's breadth past me, and I lost my balance. I fell on the ground on my cheek and when I touched it, some sticky substance clung to my finger. Blood. I opened my eyes wildly, totally astonished, and my anger reached such heights that if it would have had mass, it would reach even higher than the biggest mountain on earth. I stumped my fingers to the ground, determined to get up and fight further with all my power, but it was already too late. The orange-dressed man had placed his foot on my back so that I could not possibly escape and with some growling noise he raised his sword for the final blow.

Now I had become scared. I did not want to die yet. I turned my head to at least see the sword coming at me. It had already traveled half the distance between me and my opponent's face, when suddenly it stopped. The man looked surprised and lifted his sword again, but it did not seem like he was able to go past that one point. It was a strange fire-red light that seemed to block him. Now he was angry. His attacks became wilder, more uncoordinated.  Then finally I saw an opening and grabbed his legs. As they scraped the floor whilst I pulled them away, I could roll away and stand up again. I knew I would hardly stand a chance against him without a weapon, but I wanted to at least try.

I made a fist and prepared to hit his head, but something distracted me. It seemed as if my opponent payed no attention to me, but to something that was going on in my hand. I looked and saw that the same fire-red light had encircled my fist and something tried to form within. I opened my hand and layer per layer it began taking the shape of a katana. It had a red handle, and a black blade. On the blade, some weird symbols were scratched. Unfortunately, I had no time to take a closer look, because the man had already raised his sword once again. But now that I had a weapon I felt like I had a far greater chance of defeating him. I apparently looked so confident that the man doubted a really small moment, but that was enough for me to be able to attack. The moment I had reached his chest, he lowered his sword. The man was just in time, because when my katana clanged against his sword, he almost hit his own chest. I withdrew my katana and went for another attack, this time aimed at his legs. However, I made a feint to his head, and when he lifted his sword to block mine there, I had already nearly reached his legs.

It was then that the black light of his obsidian sword expanded again, and threw me against the wall. A huge pit was made in it due to the power my body was flung away with. I thought that maybe my foot had broke, because I had heard a crack around that part of my body and a massive pain pulled through it. I was barely able to stand up again. My opponent laughed. 'It was fun playing with you, but you're clearly no match for me. We'll tie you up and bring you to the capital city, together with Psyche.'

His words pissed me. They pissed me so hard. As he walked nearer, he put away his sword and one of his friends gave him a rope. The rope was purple and emitted a kind of white light. I might as well be captured, but I wanted to at least strike one hit. Even if it was only one. I collected all the power I had left, and gathered them all into my arms and legs. Then, when he was only one meter before me, I settled on my feet and shot forward lightning-fast. My katana was directed straight forward, and the man had not even time anymore to be astonished before I pierced him. He began stuttering some incoherent words and I rotated my katana so that the hole I had made in his chest became larger. A bright fire-red light came shouting from random places all over his body, and right before it burned to ashes, I whispered: 'Die.'