My brother swung his sword at my neck, missing me by a hair. I quickly retalitated, but he blocked the attack with the flat of his blade, causing sparks to shower onto the ground. I backflipped a few yards away, breathing heavily. He hadn't even broken a sweat.
"Tired, are you?" my brother said tauntingly. "You never were one for endurance."
I scowled, saying, "Indeed, yet you were never one for speed."
"Speed won't help you if I chop off your head."
I was stalling to catch my breath. "You won't get to chop off my head if you can't even get close to it."
Now it was his turn to scowl. "You won't escape, and neither will your so-called 'friends'."
My breathing was even now, though I didn't start to fight, rather backed away slowly. I couldn't fight, not for this long. "Your time will come..." I said, slowly stepping back toward the base. He didn't stop me.
I walked in the naval compound, closed the door, and collapsed with a loud thud.
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