Ezril slowly lifted his head, he knew what his old trainer meant now. Ezril felt the pain touch his entire torso area, but he didn't care. He slowly stumbled and reached for his sword, pointing the tip at Aron.
"Heh, what's this?" said Aron with a laugh, he thought this was just a bluff to get him to run away, "You should have stayed down when you had the chance."
Ezril stared back at Aron, his pupils colorless. His lips made a small movement, and then made a grin, "You can still run, if you want," he said in a wispy voice.
Aron was a bit surprised at what Ezril did, ~Just a fluke,~ he thought trying to calm himself down. Aron drew his two scimitars, "Prepare to die."
There was a silence across the two fighters, only the blowing of the wind was heard as they looked into each others eyes, and into each others souls. Ezril smiled, "Your soul..." he started saying. Aron turned his head towards Ezril, "What?"
Ezril smiled, "Your actions can explain your soul, the movement of taking your weapons out before doing anything, it shows that you are afraid and want to destroy what you fear. You tried to hide your fear by covering it up, however I know that's just a lie. You think that I'm just kidding, but you're wrong, and you know it too."
Ezril's voice was much different from before, it was a strange demonic type voice, and his expression, Aron had never seen such change before. Aron's eye slightly twitched, "You speak nonesense, now die!"
He lunged out screaming at Ezril, but Ezril stood still. Ezril drew his sword from his sheath, not caring that Aron was coming at him. He started to mutter words, "One, when you start a battle, do not run."
Aron slashed at him and Ezril jumped straight into the air. "Two, when you defend another, you save their life, no matter what." Aron, aggravated now, shot out at Ezril with a roar. "Third, when you attack..." Aron charged with a loud scream, "Die!" he shouted. Ezril smiled, "You kill..."
To Be Continued...
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