Crimson Blades

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Action filled battle and a fight for your life.

Submitted: October 17, 2014

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  The crowd screamed and the earth moved with the vibration of the people cheering and going ballistic. The were all watching with anxiety for fear their bets were on the wrong sword.

  One man swung his short sword and it smashed agaist a shield, opened to catching the peircing metal. The air was thick with the chime of a metal on metal impact. The gladiator caught the sword wih his shield and fell on his knee. The oposing gladiator flailed his sword again agaist the sheild, as his sword bounced off his metal shield. The fallen Gladiator with drew his sheild and put his strength into his blade and angled it for center body mass. The sword accelerated only to be interjected by a wooden buckler. His blade escaped his finger tips and fell upon the sand, he grasped the handle very quickly and stood up with his shield tight against his chest. They both regained their balance and stumbled in an awkward orbit with eachother.

  The crowd yelled blood curdling screams after the split second thrill of clashing metal. One gladiator pulled off his helmet with his sword still in his hand and threw it a few feet, and the other complied. Their faces were striking with wide jaws, sunkin in eyes, a beard fit for a man and scars that filled their face with hate and anger. The man that disgarded his helmet pointed the end of his sabre at his oposer and hit the side of his blade agaist his shield. The crowd erupted into a low "OHHHH!" The oposer smiled and spit what ever saliva he could accumalate in his dry mouth. He walked forward and swung his sword only to bounce off the other mans metal buckler. He moved quick and spun around his persuer and his sword followed behind him and buried itself in the back of the gladiators thigh. The man looked tword the crowed and lifted his sword although the battle was not over. The crowed screamed once more but it was divided into boo's and victory screams.

  Wounded, he dropped his shield and held the back of his leg trying to stop the flow of blood. He grabbed a handful of sand and tucked it into his cut, grimacing at the gritty dirt entering his now saturated gash. The blood had mostly stopped and he keeled, putting all his weight on one knee and grabed his sword weilding it with one hand.

  The duelist turned from the crowd and dropped his sheild. He gripped his blade with two hands and swung the sword aiming to sever his enemies head. Even with his cripled leg he swung his blade up and parried his attackers blade and bother their swords flew to the floor. In an instant the crippled warrior wraped his arms around his enemies legs, dug his knees into the earth and slammed the man to the ground. He clmibed ontop of the toppled man and grabed the helmet one of them had disgarded and smashed the gladiators head in with skull crunching blows.

  The crowed roared with boo's and more victory screams. The victor stood to his feet, held his helmet in the air. His eyes rolled in his head his legs went stiff, his arms fell limp and the armored man fell backwards. His leg gushed and he layed there in crimson sand.


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