The sword came swinging down towards my left shoulder. Quickly raising my buckler, I managed to block the sword with a dull thud. There was no time to think. Swinging the sword in my right, I was able to cut the man in front of me- or not. He was able to block with his sword, the one he attacked with, in the nick of time. A clanging sound rang out as our swords collided, then screeching ensued, sparks flying everywhere, as my sword scraped past his. He was pushed back a few steps, but still mostly uninjured.
This wasn’t the time to pause. Preparing my shield in front of me, I charged towards the man一our enemy. Wielding his longsword, he prepared to receive me. Either you die, or I die, and I’m gonna survive this, I thought, the only thought flashing through my mind at the moment. Nearing him, I continued to charge, pushing my buckler towards him. I felt a thudding on my buckler, it was probably his longsword. Ignoring it, I paused only momentarily, and, taking my sword, I plunged it deep into his stomach, which was open, as his sword had lodged itself into my buckler. I clenched my sword. There was sweat running down my palm. But, I ignored that. Grasping the sword more tightly than ever before, I swung it upwards with all my strength, splitting the man in two, his entrails flying out; The look of life fading from his eyes; the seemingly endless blood flowing out; I knew. He was already dead. I felt something creeping up my throat from my stomach, but I forcibly pushed it back down. This wasn’t the time for that. This is the battlefield, and I am a soldier.
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