My sword gleams at my side.
I watch my foe’s every move.
Every breath is noted.
He steps toward me,
I step back.
Not out of fear,
Just waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Suddenly he strikes
I parry the swing effortlessly
Then I strike back and it is blocked
Again I strike,
And again it is blocked.
We stop away and lock eyes.
Watching,
Waiting,
We stand there for what seems like hours.
Then he strikes again.
He is swinging for my head.
I duck,
Then lunge
My blade slides along his stomach,
He collapses to the ground.
I stand, face him and bow.
“I salute you my dead friend”
Then I bend and help him to his feet.
He asks, “Shall we go again”
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