“Round 3, fight!” the voice screamed.
We stepped a little closer to each other and took our battle stance. It was going to be a fight to remember.
“I do not want to hurt you, Sophia,” Jacob said, moving from one side to another, holding firmly the sword in his hand and swinging it confidently.
“I know Jacob. I do not want to kill you either,” I replied.
“It is what it is, dear. Let’s get this over with. May the best fighter win,” he continued.
“Yeah. I truly had an awesome time with you. Farewell,” I said.
“You don’t say farewell at the beginning of a fight,” he added, as he ran towards me. His face was like that of an angry bear.
Clang! Clang! The swords sounded.
It was a difficult fight, as I predicted. It was even more cumbersome when we both dispossessed each other of our sword
