"50% health remaining", my medieval glass said. It was the last match of the state tournament. I was on my heels, bouncing lightly, and dodging and weaving to escape his savage attack.
He swiped his sword up, and brought it down with humungus power. He was going to hit me sooner or later, so I tried to attack, but he parried my attack easily.
I quickly hit the floor, crawled through his legs and thrust my sword backwards without looking. I hit him, but it wasn't only 5%, because he was wearing armor. I cast a defensive spell and waited for him to attack, but he didn't.
He somehow knew that I casted a spell. If he had swung, he would have lost 5% more of his health. The odds were in his favour.
I didn't know what to do.
