The skeleton lifted his cursed sword as he slowly stepped toward his opponent, his unmoving opponent. Blood from Philip’s wound fell onto the polished, mirrorlike blade of his father’s weapon. Red beads ran down its surface leaving crimson trails.
With ready sword, the skeleton stood over the fainting youth. The blow came, but as the arm fell, Philip—his eye ever on the reflection—twisted around in one sudden motion, swinging his sword upward as he collapsed into the dust.
A slash appeared—bloodless—running up the torso of the skeleton. The creature gasped, dropped its black blade, and died.
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