Parry, slash, duck.... Stab!
"Damn it!" He dodged it again? He's fast.
"Keep it up, grip it with two hands if you need." Simon screams back, rushing.
He really doesn't give up does he? I need to get a hit on him! "Alright Simon, I'm coming!" I'll give him everything I've got! My way! Simon swings down his wooden sword straight at my back. Exactly what I wanted! Twisting in the air I dodge the sword and slap his back hard as I fall to the ground rolling.
"Cough, cough." Dust fills the air, and behind it, I can see Simon crouched on one knee.
"Hahahahahaha!" Simon let's out a laugh. "You really are a piece of work Jameson."
"Was that not good enough? You'd be dead!" The nerve...!
"Sure, you killed me. It was definitely unexpected, however. You would have easily been taken or killed while getting up." Simon gets up from his knee and brushes himself off. "The thing is, you probably won't be fighting one person, and you definitely won't be able to take your time."
"I get it, ok. I'm also only Five foot four Simon. I'm afraid I won't be able to match up anyway, this is a death sentence." How? How can I do this? I know there's a secret out there being hidden, there has to be!
"Jameson, you have the most heart out of anyone I've known, you are a fighter. I know you can do this. Use your size as a strength." Simon picks up his short wooden sword and starts in my direction. "We still have so much to cover, and these Demons of Tairn aren't going to show their face and let you go. I know, it's hard to prepare for something we don't exactly know a lot about. I do know Carney's men are men, and men bleed just as we do."
He's right, something strange is going on, and it must be stopped. I know once...