Thursday, December 24, 2009

Escape part 7

"Stop Thief!" Shit. Whirling, I draw the glimmering pure white blade in a fluid motion. Taken aback, they hesitate for only a moment before drawing their own weapons. Scanning quickly, my eyes find the weakness before they can begin to circle me. It's time.

Dancing among them, blade flashing, the only sound is the clashing of steel on steel and surprised shouts each time I slip past a defense and draw blood.

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