The smoke settled. I stood up. Standing there in the flames was T.
"I'm back," he said. He pulled out his sword. I pulled out mine. I swung hard. I had a feeling of déjà vu, I fought him. To end this war, I needed to beat him. I needed to win.
"Why won't you die?" I screamed as I swung my sword. It hit him hard in the jaw. He fell back. Then he got back up. He swung back at me. I avoided the swing. It was like he was made of iron. He swung again. I fell over. He swung back to deliver the final blow. I braced for the worst.