Swish! Swish! Swish! My sword sounded as I threw it at my first opponent.
It was a man. He seemed so confident. His hair was black, and it fell to the back.
“I’m sorry, little girl, you’re going to have to taste my blade,” he said.
He pushed me backward, and I fell to the ground.
“You’re so weak. Why are you even here? Don’t you value your life?” he asked.
We fought tirelessly for a couple of minutes and eventually, I hit him on the head and drove my sword through his abdomen
“Argh! What the!” He cried, holding his abdomen tightly, blood rushing out excessively as a result.
I was cheered on by people I barely could see. The uproar was immense, and it got me feeling good.
“I like the sound of that,” I said, feeling accomplished.
“Good one, love. More of that and you’ll be on your w
