Demeas finally catches up to the man he’s been hunting, and is surprised to find out it is someone close to him.
He felt a pain in his chest and noticed his blood stain the tunic where Faldron’s blade made contact. Faldron looked without emotion at Demeas with his black eyes, a slight tilt of his head revealed a sinister grin when Faldron noticed the blood. Demeas charged at Faldron with both blades slashing. Blades clashed and Faldron backed away from the older man’s onslaught. With each blow Faldron soon left his chest exposed allowing Demeas to kick Faldron throwing him against a tree that stopped his fall to the ground. Moving out into the open, Faldron retreated from Demeas’s continued assault. The colliding of metal rang out like a song as their conflict continued. Even in the cold, sweat beaded on each man’s brow.
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