The Crash

The Sword's leap cut the night's air. The wind rushing in his ears threatened to deafen him. The Sword closed his eyes but for a second. And then he saw every moment that caused him pain.

When The Sword opened his eyes he realized he would miss the mark. His leap had not been strong enough, his rage had not been strong enough.

The Sword crashed, edge first, many floors away from his revenge.



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