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    Left.Right.With every punch he gave it all he got!His arms went thrusting forward like a bullet,like a train. High speed,no breaks and ready to do some damage. His punches went fast and hard and it is damage, they were delivering. As the punches went flying,sweat started to build up,it was only a matter of time til he was covered in it. Droplets of hot sticky sweat flying everywhere,illuminated by the bright hot lamps of the ring. Under them,it felt like the sun. Like he was roasted and with every passing second it was getting hotter. The longer the fight was going on,the more it felt like the time was slowing down. Soon,the screams and cheers of the crowd felt like one roar of the wild.A noise.The lights,the dripping sweat,dodge here,punch there. It was getting hazy,he was losing it but he never faltered. He never lost his resolve and punches kept coming swift and hard. Suddenly,a hard hot punch coming his way,landed, and this one,this one hit hard. H...

   With both heroes lunging at each other it was an epic battle to behold. Two famed warriors of equally great skill,meeting on the battlefield of blood and ash with only one of them being able to leave. She had a task to stop him on his way,to stop him from reaching the capital. Life or death,that was her goal and she will live to fulfil it but..but she was facing a desperate man. A man who has seen too much death and suffering,who saw all that he cares about parish and everyone he cares about die. He had nothing left,nothing left to live for and he had nothing to loose. He had to reach the capital and make them pay.    As they lunged at each other the steel of their weapons met. The clanking was heard echoing all across the battlefield. Hot shining sparks,as if little stars of this war were coming from the clash the heroes faced. The attacks and the clashes between two heroes were relentless. It seemed like they both met their match and they both would not g...

   He plunged the blade deep in his heart.He twisted the cold dark steel. Blood was pouring everywhere like a warm sticky tar. He was covered in it. An animal,a beast. He slayed the enemy but it was just the beginning for the growing monster inside him. He was boiling,furious. The menacing force inside him was growing by the second and it demanded the sacrifice,blood. The blood of the enemies,kill them all,slay them and show them what it is like to pick a fight with the desperate man. He pulled the blade out of the still warm corpse and dragged it behind him,leaving nothing but destruction,death and the pile of cold bodies.    On the way home,with his weapon dragging across the ashy cold dry earth,the earth which has seen so much fighting and death,he kept thinking about the man’s face. That twisted contorted grimace of a hopeless desperate man crying for help and clinging to life only to have it taken away by a shadow blocking out the sun. They deserv...