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Lionheart stood silently as he destroyed a section of the arena. His mouth, a small flat line, was now twisted into a smile. He had caused considerable damage, which for some reason was pleasing to the warrior. After admiring his own work, he rested his spear on his right shoulder.
That smile had quickly reverted to the stoic form it had previously. Julius had somehow avoided the attack, falling victim to a lone rock. Lionheart spit in disgust of his meager attack. It was meant to kill, not cause a mere nosebleed! "Oh well, I suppose that's what I get for underestimating my opponent. The next one will surely get the job done." As Lionheart got his thoughts together, he could see a change in Julius. He became visibly enraged. Now was Lionheart's chance, his enemy was clouded with rage, mistakes would be made... hopefully fatal ones.
"I can't wait to hear you scream." Julius vociferated.
Lionheart only smirked.
Julius' blade bursted into flames, leaving a blurred trail from the heat as the warrior sped foward. Lionheart stood silently, digging the toes of his boots into the clay ground. He waited for his opponent to charge closer, locking his eyes onto the crimson blade. "Just another second," Lionheart muttered. Julius brought the blade over his head, and what seemed like in slow motion, brought it down. Lionheart whipped his spear downwards, trying to parry the sword, but he was too fast in doing so. The flames were minimized by Lionhearts armor, minimally burning his leg. The sword had slashed Lionhearts torso, creating a large gash. Blood spattered to the floor, continuing in the arc of the sword.
Lionheart knealt for a short period, preventing some blood loss. He spit again, at his own stupidity. To his surprise, there was blood in his spit. "I better finish him off and get some medical attention. I'll pass out from blood loss in a bit, so I'd better act now."
With his strength subsiding, Lionheart was still kneeling. He put his right hand on his bloody wound. He winced in pain, clenching his teeth. He then placed two bloody fingers on his forehead, making the ancient sign of death, fulfilling the prophecy told by his spear's runes. With the prophecy fulfilled, the spear had danced to life, propping itself up, and floating in front of Lionheart. He pointed his hand forward, and the spear aimed itself for Julius. Lionheart then read the words engraved onto the spear. The words were too old for a modern day translation, but the end result was devastating.
The spear had launched itself towards Julius, the blade was aimed directly for the heart. Suddenly the spear's shaft exploded, sending shards of razor sharp evlen ore through the air. The head of the spear was still headed towards Julius, along with thousands of razor sharp shards of metal.
Lionheart coughed some more, and remained kneeling. The end was nearing...
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