Chapter 1: Blade Master
And he shall fly on wings of death, calling forth the trumpets of chaos. Claiming the eternal night as his own, his shadow devours the light of the land, and with it, the perpetual fires of hope. With his hands, he brings a new nightmare to the world, from which it shall never awaken.”
~Unknown
Wielding a sword in each hand, I extended my arms to either side at shoulder level. That gesture allowed me to better visualize my fighting distance, and also served as a warning to the three men that attempted to circle me. Each of them had weapons similar to my own in their grasp, and tested the weight of their blades nervously as they eyed me with caution. I knew that the only way to gain an opening in their defense was to drop my own. Lowering my swords, I allowed the points to rest lightly on the ground, feigning an act of submission.
At once, the first instituted a series of fast and powerful strokes. My weapons were already up by the time his initial strikes were headed toward me. With as much agility as possible, I knocked his blade aside with a quick block from my left. Then while spinning around to break free of the circle, my next strike took him from behind and impacted with the base of his skull. As the man dropped to the ground..