As the sword was about to cut into my left shoulder I braced with my feet then lept backwards just a hair's breadth out of the sword's range, my movement made my large sleeves flutter and the sword that was currently in Yin Hiau cut through the layers of material like it was nothing but air, a tearing noise was heard as small slithers of fabric floated down to the dirty ground. My eyes widened when I realised what had happened, my favorite robe's left sleeve was torn horribly, it's beauty now ruined by the gaping holes. I was angry. Really angry. I glared at the culprit, then started to yell at him, swearing, throwing every foul word that I knew of. Yin Hiau looked startled, whether it was because I dodged his sword or because a beautiful man was cursing at him for cutting his sleeve, maybe both, I don't know. When Yin Hiau recovered completely I had already unsheathed the small dagger that was hidden in my undamaged sleeve. I ran silently towards Yin Hiau, just as I arrived in front of him I raised my dagger and changed my footing.
A/N: I haven't had the time or the will to write a lot so this is a really short chapter. also a new rib fracture
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My Bandit
Historical FictionThe golden robes of an emperor are a heavy burden that rest on the shoulders of a single man. A young, pleasure loving, soon to be emperor meets a bandit that wants to kidnap him!
