Silently, I snuck in this one house and walked up to the bedroom. I woke the man in the bed up by grabbing his neck, squeezing tightly, and slamming him against the wall. He was so scared; he was constantly squirming, the sweat coating his pale face. When his eyes made contact with mine, his face filled with so much more fear. Ever since that dream, my eyes turned from blue, to a bright, devilish red. My pupils were slim and pointed like a monster’s. To him, I seemed just like the devil.
Suddenly, he screamed in terrible agony. ‘Blast!* I thought. ‘That will wake everybody in the village.’ The door was destroyed as a swordsman sliced the door open with quick strokes. I took out my blade and quickly stuck it through the man’s brain, allowing him to fall dead as blood and other bodily fluids flowed. I then turned to see the swordsman who stood in my path.
He was an average size man who had blue eyes, and long black hair. He has his sheath belted to his right side. The sheath was black with gold trimmings. The sword was in his left hand, which shone brightly as the morning sun radiated through the windows. The hilt was grey with white trimmings. His aura rose, which blew a ton of wind straight at me. “Let’s take this outside,” he said, suddenly behind me in an instant. Using his sword, he coaxed me outside by making occasional jabs which I stepped back to dodge until we were outside.
“Who are you?” I asked when we got outside.
“You have no need to know,” he said defiantly, “because you’re going to die and you have no right to know my name.”
“No right!” I snarled ‘Who does he think he is?' I thought.
We clashed blades and I can already tell that he was very strong. His attacks were sudden and swift, and had excellent form and footwork. I could barely tell where the strikes were coming from. I was suddenly down, with a gaping wound in my arm. I was done, who can save me…
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