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The clash of swords echoed through the clearing. A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead. I had to end this NOW. I risked a dangerous maneuver; I stabbed at my opponent, then whirled in a tight circle, my long, glossy black hair fanning out behind me. I turned my head in order to spot my opponent. He had kneeled and had his sword in the ‘block’ position. I had to do something, and quickly. I had my answer in the bat of an eye. I pulled my sword in towards me, and used the momentum to catapult over my opponents head. I somersaulted when I hit the ground. I sprang up, whirled, and stabbed at my opponent. I missed by a hairsbreadth. I then angled my sword, and slashed my opponent from shoulder to hip. He keeled over, his chest a bloody mess. I bent down and checked his pulse. Nothing, he was dead. I straightened up and blew a strand of sweaty hair from my eyes. Third attack today, I thought as I moved toward the stream at the edge of the clearing to wash up. She must really want to re-capture me again. I pondered  the way the water droplets shined on my heavily scarred wrists.