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Short story: combat.

A clash of metal on metal rung through the air, the sound clear in the bright noonday sunlight. Two men danced about eachother, blades flicking reflected light about as they attempted to create wounds upon the other. The first man, his deepgreen eyes marred by a pale white scar made a move to slice the others foot in two. His opponent leapt back, airborn for one sweet second before landing away from the other, panting in his moments rest. The firsts mouth broke into a twisted grin as he took a step to close the distance between them. The second simply glarred at him, while glancing at what lay behind him. A fallen pram, with a think slit at its back, and what could be mistaken for paint slipt across it. But next to that lay a body, which no longer twitched its feet in a vain attempt to deny its death; the womans open mouth and staring eyes still shocked. The sword in the seconds man’s hand glimmered darkly, while the other on was clean aside from color ran of from its twin. The first mans grin faded as his foot hit the ground. “What, you just going to stand there? As crap as the baby was.” the other man stared at him, open-mouthed. “Why – Why are you doing this? We never did anything to you. My wife, my son. W-what could possess a person to do this?” The first man laughed, a dark, broken sound. “Possess? I just like fighting!” He said, still cackling. The other closed his mouth, horrified determination upon his face. “Your mad!” He screamed, and swung wildly at the murderer, blind hate and sorrow giving him strength. The laugh cut off, and a hand went up to a suddenly blood soaked side. “You … you…” JHe said, suprised, then, screaming with anger, he lifted both hands above his head, and brought down the sword crashing into the other mans skull, amputating the arm the hapless victim had flung up in defense. The newly made corpse gave a shudder, and collapsed. A second later, a new one fell ontop of it.

The crime scene made for a gruesome site. A baby that had been impaled by a dagger in the head, a woman run through from behind with a sword, and two corpses of some business man and a homless stranger. A quick vital check revealed what the police had feared: the woman and child were both dead. No one even bothered with the business man; his head was decorating the pavement. However, the homless man had a heartbeat. More then that, he was breathing. A week later, lifesupport brought him about. Two years later, he walked out of a courtroom a free man. ’Til his death, that is.

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