Gritting her teeth and gripping her broadsword with both hands in front of her, she stood at ready, her piercing eyes focused on her foe in front of her. Before her was the Blackguard, the most fearsome dark knight of the land. She didn't want this encounter to occur, but it was by a sheer twist of fate that she got involved in this duel.
The Blackguard stood his ground, a massive 7-foot character in full plate armour, himself at the ready with a longsword held to his front with both his hands. Rumours had it that he was a skilled swordsman and has slain all who dared cross his path. Looking at him, she didn't see how those rumours could be false. All in all, he was an impressive figure, and his mastery in his craft was almost apparent as he stood there motionless, waiting for her first move---there is usually less incentive to be on the attacking side when one is assured of one's defensive ability.
A bead of sweat rippled down her face in the blazing sun along the forsaken road. She held herself steady, and decided to end it once and for all. With a shout, she thrusted her broadsword outwards in a half-run, aiming for his upper right arm. Deftly, he shifted himself to the left and brought his longsword down on her broadsword as it came close to him, stopping her in that split second, and swung his blade towards her neck.
She quickly crouched and threw her broadsword towards the right, parrying the blow that was aiming for her. With quick reflexes, his longsword went over to the other side, and in panic she leapt backwards, only to find herself stumbling over an out rock.
With a satisfied laugh, the Blackguard aimed his blade at her neck and stood with a foot on her chest, crushing it slightly.
``Begone you wench! I will not waste my strength on such a petty creature like you!''
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