Another World Lost

A Hero Rises

"So the little punk finally decides to play hero, huh? Who knew you were able to grow a pair and actually decide to fight a battle you know you can't win." Anonymous says, his eyes watching my hands and the eye on his sword watching my legs. It's probably to see how I move and act before I can make a move.

I charge him, my sword at my hip and back in its sheath. I had, no plan. I was just gonna wing it in all honesty, see what happens. That sort of thing. I mean, what could possibly go wrong. Once I got into striking distance I went to quick draw my blade, swinging at him with the motion. He brought up his sword and before I knew it, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. A pain that wasn't from a blade, more of a knob of a swords hilt. His sword to be exact. The force made my front slam to the ground, my body bouncing a bit from the impact just to feel a hand grab my head from behind, a foot soon connecting with my face sending me flying back into a pillar. A pillar that now has a crater in it that's the shape of me.

No bones were broken but I was pretty sure. But the bone thing shocked me. I was literally kicked into a pillar and yet I had no scratch on me. I had no time to linger on the topic since he was now rushing at me, his sword dragging on the ground leaving a pretty deep line on the floor. He swung his sword up at me, I blocked the sword with my sword but stagger back into the pillar which in turn caused Anonymous to swing sideways as I duck, completely cutting through the pillar.

The pillar collapses along with some of the floor above it causing anonymous to back off a bit leaving me with some breathing room. I sheath my sword again, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I needed a way to beat him. To at least get a hit off to do some damage. Next thing I knew he was charging me and I opened my eyes. That's when the weirdest thing happened, it was like someone else took over my bodies movements and gave me new strength. Anonymous swung down at me and I blocked with my sword, the impacy causing me to take a knee. I swung at his chest with my sheath and when went to jump back, I flipped back while kicking his chin, and it made contact.

I was utterly dumbfounded. I have never fought with a sword, and here I was. Seeming to be an expert at it. Anonymous stumbled back a bit, obviously just as dumbfounded as I am. Some blood trickled down his lip, his arm soon wiping it off.

"Damn, the punk actually made me bleed. I guess you've awakened the powers inside you then. That changes things." Anonymous says, soon backing up and seeming to become one with the shadows. He was gone, I couldn't sense or see him anywhere. I thought he left, but i felt a sharp pain in my back followed by my neck. I flew forward, bouncing and rolling on the ground until I crashed into a wall. Bones should have been broken, but nothing was. I was just sore as all hell and didn't really want to move much. The beautiful mural/tile floor was just ruined, I felt kinda bad, but I was fighting for my life. It was inevitable.

I looked up to see a pair of anonymous'. Yes, a pair of them. At first I thought I was hit a bit too hard so I rubbed my eyes. But nope, still there and still a pair. They started to run at me, their swords dragging on the tile, leaving gashing in it as they weaved around each other. I quickly got up and stood at the ready, they swung high and low. I used my sword to block high and my sheath to block low. The sheath being surprising durable and my new found strength paying off. The block was successful but I didnt see this coming, a sharp pain in my back, and when I looked down. A swords tip was out of my stomach, blood dripping from it as looked back to see Anonymous. A grin on his face as he pulled the sword back, blood spewing from the hole.

I dropped to my knees, trying to speak but only blood dripped out. He got me, again. Skewered me, and again I'll have to go over the god damn loop. Next thing I knew, I was in my room. A sharp pain in my back and chest. And when I sharp, it was brutal. It felt like the blade just kept going in and out. I laid there, screaming into my pillow. The pain was too much, I couldn't handle it. I passed out from the pain.