Your arm shakes as you hold your sword out to him, buildings burning to ash behind you. Put the sword down, little one He says, hand on the hilt of his sword as his men fan out behind him You have to learn when you can't win and right now, you're outnumbered, and exhausted. I wipe the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve, eyes hard and intense Put the weapon down he says calmly, a faint smile on his lips It's the last time I'll say it.
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