>>5323640“What?” you think to yourself, seeing a man talking to his sword, but simply shrug it off. Who knows, that sword may be sentient itself, and speaks to him telepathically. It wouldn't even be the strangest thing you've seen on this world, much less the rest of the universe. “I'm going to make you bleed.”
“I can't lose.” he replies, raising his weapon as he takes a step forward. Which is your time to shine, and immediately surge towards him. You move far faster than he can react to, thrusting your sword forward and stopping the point just against his throat.
It takes him a quarter-second to recognize what's happening, his eyes widening in shock as he realizes his life is in your hands. But he then tries to deflect your blade aside to his right with his blade, you not resisting and whipping your blade in a quick circle and bringing it back to the left side of his neck. His eyes widen even more as the tip of his sword hasn't moved more than a foot yet, while you've already gotten him dead to rights twice in under a second. You draw it back, making a small cut on his neck while kicking off the ground. You twist around in midair, landing softly on your toes and turning back clockwise, once again resting the edge of your blade against him. This time just under his left earlobe, pressing it in just enough to draw a single drop of blood.
“Wh-What?” he exclaims, freezing as he suddenly feels your blade to the base of his skull. You whip your blade back and over him in a half circle, pressing the edge of your blade against his right ear now. Taking a step back you draw your sword's edge against his ear and shallowly cutting it. He flinches at this, ducking and turning to see you standing there, arm held down by your sword as if you aren't even in a fight. The man's expression is something to see, anger and fear mixing together and vying for dominance. “You-?!”
“I think that's enough, you've proven your point young master.” the commander says, you immediately taking two steps back from the now-bleeding warrior and holding your weapon low. But the man you'd cut across the head several times seems like he's not ready to give in, grinding his teeth. So you decide to make sure the fight's over, sheathing your blade. “Impressive bladework. I must say-”
“Hey! I'm not done!” the magic sword-wielder says, leaping towards you holding his weapon overhead in both hands for a powerful attack. But you're done, leaping up and grabbing him out of the air. With your left hand you grab onto his dominant right wrist, and with your right you grab him by the throat. “Gack!”
