The way of the warrior


He took the mighty blade from the fallen carcass of his opponent and wiped it on the course cloth of the dead man’s sleeve. The battle had been a fierce one. They both fought with ferocity but there could only be one left standing. Much time had passed since the grim contest began and both worriers had grown weary. His last courage came with the sound of his mother’s voice bellowing over the distant hill calling him to bath time and bed. It was his last chance. He was determined not to be defeated.

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