War cries echoed throughout,
Swords clashed,
Skin was pierced,
Shredded,
Slashed,
Cut.
Three days had passed
And we still fought.
I had never felt so depleted in my life. I had no stamina left; the only force keeping me standing was sheer willpower. The monster before me was grinning with satisfaction, though he was just as wounded as I and running on lethally low fumes.
"What is your name, woman?" he queried in between heavy breaths.
"I have no name." I could have had one, but I lost my parents so long ago I could not remember what they called me, so I had been without a name.
"Is that so?" He raised his blade, and let out a booming laugh-charging towards me with the last of his strength. The moment his sword connected to mine they both broke, perfectly in the middle, into two perfect halves. And we collapsed to the ground.
I could only remain conscious for so long, and asked one last question before drifting to sleep.
"Are you going to kill me?"