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Coconut Bee
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I like your style.
A grin spreads across my face irresistably. The sword is easier to weild than it seems, but it is still slightly unweildy.
We rush at one another and clash, as he knocks away my attacks with practiced ease. However, my assault is so aggressive, he's stumbling with each attack, back towards the trees. I hammer at him, blow after blow, and the grass at his feet blackens then bursts into flame as he's forced back.
He wasn't expecting this surge of power. I lift the sword overhead, and bring it down hard. At first he catches the blow with his maul, but it shatters, and he catches the sword with his hands, barely.
He steps forth, once, twice, pushing me back, then finally throws the sword from my hands and away, leaping towards me with a fist upraised.
I meet it.
Ghost steel and hot iron collide, and his soft iron is found wanting, his own power his weakness as my fist peels away his gauntlet, catching the blow and deflecting the force from his with ease. Still hanging in the air, he swings his whole body around, and aims a kick at my side.
I smile and let it land, wrapping my arm around it, turning with the momentum of the blow, and throwing him into the trees, snapping one in half.
I run towards him, pinning his arms to the ground with my knees, tearing away the softened metal plate. But as I rear back for the final blow, a blast of air knocks me away again.
He stands, shedding molten steel, cracking his neck and knuckles.
His eyes are hollow. The red one in his chest screams a challenge as he rushes at me.
My armor runes die out as we meet, but I don't them anymore. I step inside his swing, place my palm against the creature.
Cold Death!
And the Crying Knight slumps down against me as the rest of my runes give way.
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