The Sorrowful Rebel Victory Of The Rebel Part Four
The fallen Emperor
Wolf Raven led Loc to a door. He opened the door and walked In. He switched on the light. Revealing a modest sized room. With walls made of mirrors.
"So what weapon do you want to use?"
She showed him a knife. He smiled at her.
"Thought so."
"By the way, why did you set this up? Also why are there no air vents in here?"
"I didn't want people to see me during my time sparing. Also therebwas not room for the air vents."
She nodded as he walked in. He closed the door.
"There, we will have no interruptions. Isn't that better, my dear?"
"Maybe."
He took out a long sword.
"Well after this, I don't want to be interrupted either. Let me say this, once I win I will get as much pleasure I can get out of you. Well until you give me a son. Maybe sons, if I'm feeling generous!"
She rolled her eyes. Then she looked at him in nothing but disgust. It was all too clear he thought that r was being clever. However he was dressed in nothing but a pair of black trousers. She looked at his eyes as she raised her dagger to him. He raised his sword to her.
He ran to her. He went to strike her. She dodged and went to drive her dagger into his stomach. He caught her wrist. She jabbed a punch into his side below the ribcage. He did not let go. She punched him again and again and again. Yet he still did not let go. Then she felt his blade slice her back. She pushed through the pain as she drove her forehead into his loins.
This caused him to let go and she jumped back. He let out a roar of anger. He struck her to the left and then her right. Both she dodged. He struck to her side and she dodged. He then went to slash her stomach but she jumped back. He continued to drive her back again and again. Then her back hit the wall behind her. She looked back to see that he was about to hit her. She ducked and went to hit his loin but he raised his leg and kicked herbin the side.
She clutched the knife as she rolled to the left. She then hit the floor and she was soon on her feet. She saw the sword coming down. She flicked her knife up, blocking him.
"Aww! Are you mad?" She cooed.
His eyes widened as his anger rose. He pulled away and went to strike to the left. She blocked. To her right, she blocked. He went to stab her. She hit it with as much power as she could, whacking it away. He went to stomp on her and she ducked and slit the sole on his foot.
He let out a grunt as he limped back. She then stood erect, looking directly at him. She ran to him. She went to stab his face. He went to wack it away. But at the lady moment she flicked her knife out and into his arm. Then she drove her palm into his nose. His head was thrust upamd hr dropped his sword. She caught it and plunged it into his side.
He staggered back like a tired drunk. She pulled it out.
"What's wrong? Can't beat a single rebel?"
He spat directly into her.
"Never thought that you were this good!"
"Yes. You did."
She ran at him and sliced his head clean off! Then both head and body fell.
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