Sword hit sword with a load clash. Back and forth we swung, trying to best the other. I wanted to beat him. I wanted to KILL him! The sound of metal hitting metal filled the entire ship. He started to run. I chased him. I follow him all the way to the engine room. He stooped.
"I guess this is it, my old friend," he said.
"I guess so," I replied. I swung my sword at him. He blocked my every move. Then he looked at me.
"You know what's ironic," he said. "You can kill me, but you can't save your friends." He pulled out a detonation trigger. He had enough explosives on his shuttle to blow up the airship! Suddenly, I felt a surge of anger go through my body. I ran at him. I swung my sword hard. I swung it again and again. His sword shattered on the last blow. I swung one more time. He fell to the floor.
The Saturdays had evacuated the ship. I turned to leave. Just then, in his dying breath, he pulled the detonation trigger. The ship blew up and crashed into the ground. The Saturdays took their shuttle to the wreck and came out. There was silence. Then, out of the wreckage, I walked out, carrying two swords; mine, and my former friends. Zak ran over to me.
"N, are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I replied.
"I'm glad that's over," Zak said in relief.
"Zak," I said. "It's not over……….It's only just begun!"