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Drake and Rejj stared at each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Rejj was the impatient one. He gave a warcry and attacked. Drake blocked the blade of the spear with his own blade. Rejj laughed. “Rust Acid! Say goodbye to your Sharpwind!!”
Drake was stunned by Rejj’s words. He tried to draw Sharpwind away, but Rejj kept on applying pressure. Drake was worried for the first time. His sword. His family treasure. Destroyed. He looked at the meeting point of the two blades. They had struggled for quite some time, with the two blades touching each other. However, something was strange. The black blade of Sharpwind still shone, showing no signs of rusting.
“What the hell?” Rejj muttered in disbelief.
Drake noticed that Rejj seemed occupied by the fact that the Sharpwind was still intact. He used this chance to kick Rejj away from him, giving them space.
“I don’t understand! It should have been destroyed! I learnt this technique just to destroy it!!!” Rejj screamed in frustration.
“Seems like you learnt wrongly. Time to finish this!” Drake said. Relieved.
“Don’t think you’ve won yet. I still have my other new technique!” Rejj said as he spinned his spear again. “No matter how fast you are, you cannot penetrate!”
The spinning was indeed fast. Rejj had practiced this move just to face a Swift. Any other fighter would have difficulty in breaking the defense. But not Drake. He trained with his father every day. His father’s movement was fast and his eyes had gotten used to slowing fast movements. He focused his eyes on the spear. In time, he could see the movement of the spear clearly. He approached Rejj, sword ready. He aimed at the right chest. Not yet. Not yet. He waited until he was close enough. Then as he saw an opening, now!, he striked. His blade penetrated through the spins, pierced right through Rejj’s right chest.
Blood poured out of Rejj’s chest. He was shocked. More than that, he was in pain. He stared at Drake in disbelief; that he lost to another Swift again. This time the price was his life, not just scars. He dropped to his knees, Drake withdrew his blade from his chest and he dropped to the ground. Dead.
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