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@j-a-penrose Woah this one is HARD.

Not so good one:

I drew my sword. Our swords met, and after only a few strokes, I could feel myself becoming weaker.

Everyone had been right about me. And I was going to die for it.

“I thought you were better than this,” my oponent said. He lowered his sword. “And I didn’t even expect much from you. I won’t train you.”

“You won’t kill me?”

“No. You’re too pathetic.”

Good one:

I whipped my sword out of my scabbard, praying I wouldn’t be too late to stop my head from getting chopped off. I threw a wild stroke, and, miraculously, our swords connected with an earth-shattering clang. I felt the jolt go down my arms, and my strength immediatly left me.

Each time our swords connected, steel slithering over steel, I almost lost my grip on my sword.

Useless.

I grit my teeth; that’s what they had all said. That’s what they all believed. I had to prove them wrong, even if it killed me.

I blocked another stroke, and realized that I just might.

“I thought you were better than this,” my opponent sneered. “And I didn’t even expect that much from you.” He batted my sword out of my hands, pointing his sharp blade at my throat.

My heart beat wildly, and I resisted the urge to whimper.

After studying me for a few moments, he lowered the tip of his sword. “I won’t train you. But I won’t kill you, either.”

“You… you won’t?” I choke out the words.

“No,” he snorts. “You’re too pathetic.”

I hope that was good!