The Wanderer - Part Five

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PART FIVE
With blades in hand they charged one another. The sound of gravel giving way to running feet welled up like a drum roll. The Bandit went high with his blade, driving it down, while the Wanderer went low accelerating in speed. The sound of metal against metal seemed to be the only proof that the invisible strike took place. The Priestess, whose eyes never strayed from the fight couldn’t even see the impact of the blades. It wasn’t until the Bandit’s armor began to unravel that she could see who struck whom. The sound of the buckles severing was the source of the resonating strike.

Nervously, the Bandit slithered out of the now useless armor; all the power it held seemed to bleed away. His true weak self had shed the terror it resided in. With the Wanderer bleeding from every one of the Bandit’s strikes and the Bandit powerless without his armor the combatants were evenly matched.

“Are you ready to die for her?” Hissed the Bandit as he tightened his grip on the dark sword.

Digging the tips of his sandals into the gravel the Wanderer smiled; there was no fear in his eyes.

The Priestess couldn’t say a word as the two warriors made their final charge. Heavy breaths and the impact of each stride were the only sounds as their blades swiped at each other.

The Wanderer twisted in mid stride and fell to the earth, sliding on the gravel while the Bandit remained standing. With tears streaming down her face the Priestess sprinted to the Wanderer’s side.

Dropping what remained of the broom she rolled him on his back exposing a deep gash in his left shoulder and an oddly content smile. Puzzled, she looked back to the Bandit.


PART SIX



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