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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And so the war raged on and on and on.
Alanna the Lioness was locked in a battle with a Scanran knight.
They were in a battlefield (obviously) where the Scanran war was going on.
Alanna found her "victim" actually just as good as her maybe even better. Oh Goddess, please help me! Alanna thought as their blades locked sending sparks on the ground. He'll kill me he's twice as heavy as me! The Scanran was forcing her to the ground. She was on her knees now, her arm screaming with pain.
Help! Help! Help! If she held on for any longer her arms would most likely break and then she'd be defenseless so she did the only thing she could do,
she dropped her sword. The Scanran saw his chance and put thrust his sword into her chest. (a/n this is the most disgusting part in this story!)
Alanna couldn't breathe. She closed her eyes not wanting to be dead with her eyes open. This isn't as bad as I thought! Alanna thought, but what about George? Thom? The twins?
Suddenly the pain was gone.