He stands tall and sturdy,
A sword balanced in his right hand.
His stance is threatening,
His gaze deadly.
He waits to make the move,
To strike.
His opponent lunges,
He steps back.
His sword cuts deep,
Through to his opponent's back.
His opponent stares back,
His star blank and glazed.
He sinks to the ground,
A puddle of blood flowing around him.
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