The Sea Devil – Language Assignment
He parried my blow, but failed to counter. How could he, I was a full-grown man, with a large beard and an even larger body. I swung again, but this time he dodged, and he tried swinging at my neck but his stance was wrong, which allowed me to dodge. He could not hit me, his blade had never tasted blood, and it made him hesitate. That is why I would be the victor, why I would always be the victor. My sword has tasted blood many times, and all that blood has made me numb to the idea of killing another being, it no longer affected me. In fact, my sword’s most recent victims had been none other then this boy’s family. His parents and his sister all suffered a similar fate by the blade of my sword. It was only natural that such people would die in times of crisis, they were suspected as traitors, and thus they were disposed of as traitors would be. I in no way blame myself, it was for the greater good of the state. I smiled the faintest of smiles at the thought of protecting the state, it was my duty, my honor. In that moment, for whatever the reason the man’s stance changed, his stance became monstrous. All hesitation was removed from him, his eyes showed only hatred. All innocence had left him as he shot towards me. His survival instinct had left him, he no longer feared me, he feared nothing. He swung in a frenzy of rage, and when our blades met, there was an explosion of noise. 1, 2, 3 times he struck my sword, and on the fourth strike, my blade snapped. His lust for blood, his loss of innocence cut through my blade, and my armor. I feel to the ground with a thump. He had made a long laceration along my torso, and the blood he so much craved began flooding the floor. In my final moments before death, I saw him crotch onto the floor beside my body. As he crouched there, beside me he began trying to choke back his tears. However, from what I saw he wasn’t crying out of sadness, no he was crying out of happiness, happiness brought about by the revenge of his family. I couldn’t help but smile, as I knew that feeling all too well.
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