2. the battle

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I am ready to win. Like I always do.

We fight through swords. No matter who thinks who's superior, everyone stands equal on the battleground.

His sword is forged of black metal. He strikes first. Typical top energy.

I smile. This is gonna be fun.

I defend myself from his sword. It takes me some effort to push him back. He's the one who smiles this time. No words are spoken.

I strike this time. He doesn't even blink.

Fear takes hold of me.

A few more blows later, I am on the ground. I have never in my life fallen to the ground in a battle.

I get up. I've had enough of him. I charge, sword first, straight into him. He manages to dodge it. But before I can get ready for another attack, he aims his sword at my chest. I try to dodge, but I fail.

It's searing pain, one I haven't felt before. The metal burns through my body. I can feel each cell being torn apart. This is not right.

I will myself to heal my body as I grab hold of the sword, trying to pull it out of my waist. The wound doesn't heal. Uneasiness grows in the pit of my stomach.

My legs give away, and I'm on the ground. I look at him. His lips are carved into a smile, his eyes spelling victory.

No.

He was gonna take my wings.

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