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I smirk and mutter "It is a good day to die." He laughs a humorless laugh. we circle each other knowing that this may very well be our last fight on earth, the first attack is made. We parry and attack as if our minds are one, on lookers would later claim to feel the force of our blows. Concrete shredding, steel on steel, power meeting power. Both of us are at our limits, the next move is the deciding factor. The glint in our eyes show the tenacity and force of our will. Neither one of us is willing to back down. We charge simultaneously faster than the human eye. The blow is made. I stumble. He falters. I touch my neck, the blow should have landed he deliberately missed. I see the look on his face. He's laughing. Now he's on his knees unable to stand upright because of the blood loss. Why I ask. Why did you not land the finishing blow. He mutters something but he is unable to finish it as he coughs up blood. I ask again. But it's too late he is dead. With a look of satisfaction and a knowing smile on his lips. I stumble out of the now destroyed alley way.
Why did he let me live? To this day it will remain a mystery.