I coughed, getting up as my enemy waved his sword at me.
"You'll never defeat me!" I screamed at him, cutting off afterwards from a sharp pain where he had broken my rib.
"Oh, but I already have. Just accept it," He chuckled, pushing up his glasses and flicking his hair back with his left, gloved hand. He was a tall man in a butler tailcoat. His name was Claude. He was immortal but was my worst enemy. He had killed Alois Trancy. His contracted human. Pathetic. He didn't complete his wish and he couldn't take his soul in the end.
"You haven't won anything!" I yelled back, cringing and again falling, this time onto my back as I coughed up splatters of crimson liquid onto my hand.
"Oh, you think I haven't?" The butler walked over, putting his heel onto my chest and putting pressure onto the already broken ribs, "Look at you! You're pathetic! You'll never be able to beat me at anything! Especially in a duel! Now go back to where you came from before I kill you!" He kicked my tender ribs causing the bone to go into fragments. I coughed up more crimson liquid and got up slowly.
"You know," I said weakly, getting to my knees and then onto my feet with the help of my sword as a walking stick, "You'll regret keeping me alive," I coughed up more crimson, not bothering to catch it in my hand but to instead let it drop onto the gravel. I was too worried on trying not to black out from all the pain in my ribs.
I could just feel him smirk as I walked away…