The Duel
by KatiKat
Eyes meet, heated glances are exchanged, steel clashes on steel. Two duelists
in a fight for everything. Attack, jump to the side, attack again. Sweat
running down their naked chests. Then in a flash, one sword goes flying through
the air, hitting the ground with a metal clang. The duelist is disarmed. He
falls to his knees, panting wildly, the tip of his opponentīs sword touching
his neck.
A glare meets an amused smirk. The Dragon is defeated.
"Itīs up to you to wash the dishes today, Dragon," the winner with
the forked eyebrows says, triumph coloring his voice.
"Injustice."
The End