With the cold bitter wind stinging his face, blood oozing from a wide gash right above his left eye, he raises his sword to finish me off. Pinned down by his left boot on my stomach suppressing my lungs, being unable to move. "You win," I manage coughing up blood and gasping for air in between each word. Savoring my last words, he thrusts his dark steel blade into my my chest where my heart lies.
Slowly he pulls the sword from my limp body and turns away limping from the deadly wounds he recieved. Sending a chill down his spine by me starting to laugh, but it isn't me, but something else. My eyes flash open with me jumping to my feet. Immediately noticing I'm no longer in controll of my own body I try to move but couldn't. My foe questions me in a trembling voice, "How the hell are you still alive? What sort of which craft is this?
My possessed body turns to meet him. He gasped as if he's seen a ghost and became deathly pale. "Your worst nightmare." came a voice I can't recognize from my very mouth. With magnificent speed, unarmed, my body began to charge the enemy. In an arcing motion, my foe swings his sword downward onto me. My hands shot out with lightning speed grabbing his blade ripping it from his grasp. Spinning around, the mysterious being inside my body threw his sword into his heart. Walking past him the voice spoke, "An eye for an eye." Leaving a trail of blood, in a fatal wave of pain, I passed out questioning if I'm dead.
