“Your kingdom’s destroyed,” mocked the enemy captain. “Why fight?”
The soldier just stood, his head high, lifting his sword and pointing it at his enemy.
The captain gave a stage-shrug toward his men, and then marched toward the already defeated enemy. Lifting his spiked mace, he swung for the soldier’s head.
Ducking under the attack, the half-dead man crouched and then sprung. The movement was faster than most eyes could see, and in the blur of motion and colliding bodies, it was hard tell what had happened. But then the soldier, bloody and beaten, kept staggering, while the captain fell.
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