I see him standing before me sitting in his dark green hoodie
looking twiztid and evil as i remember him
his words that he murmurs under his breath chills me to the bone
knowing this will be the final fight
i take out my already bloody hatchet
licking the blood off it i savior the taste of death
soon enough its going to be his blood that coats this beautiful weapon
I make the first move but he dodges with his katana
where i'm more modern in my choice of weapons he perfers
swords of the japanese era
I run close to him and swing near his head but he ducks
he flicks his wrist and catches me in the stomach
holding on to the wound i take my hatchet and i swing
his head goes flying
didn't take much to kill the poor foul
I walk close to him
falling right next to him
i hack him into pieces
leaving it there for any hungry animals to eat
as i walk away i murmur under my breath
goodbye old friend you fought well but not well enough
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