Chapter 18: Moon Cleaver
The air smells of ashes and blood. The light from the cleaved moon showers on the ruins that lay on the street, littered with blood.
My body reeks of sweat and blood, and the red blood clings on my skin like grime.
Huff Huff
"That.. was fun.."
His voice is shaky, coming out between heavy breaths.
A deep groan rumbles from my throat.
I’m lying on the ground. My breath heavy and loud. My clothes torn, my body bruised. And sword marks are on my bloodied back and stomach.
It was a good fight. Although it ended in a draw.
The inn we were, the homes, shops, and the the entire street has been reduced to ashes, and sword marks decorate the ground and the entire vicinity. A testament to our battle.
They all ran away– the commoners, the nobodies. They left their homes, deserted the streets, leaving us to enjoy our battle. And we did. It lasted for 2 days.
Although I can tell...