The Battle

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I'm still confused at how I ended up here, my sword collided with the sword of an enemy soldier. My left forearm was bleeding badly. I had to get to the first aid tent, but this guy wouldn't back down. We've been at this for at least 20 minutes. Would you just give up already?! No, of course not, back and forth in a deadly dance, when finally something happened and it was not good. I froze and looked down, blood started dripping down my chest and onto my leg. He hit my right shoulder and he'd hit it good. There was so much blood.

"I should probably congratulate you; considering only a few selected people can break my defences. However, seeing as you just tried to kill me, allow me not to pay you that formality" I said to him. He smirked and then walked away. My vision started to blur as I fell to my knees, my legs too weak to hold me up any longer. Soon after, I fainted. As I started to regain consciousness, I thought of how pathetic I must look surrounded by the dead, bleeding out. I shouldn't be here.
I am the prince after all. It's all because of that stupid guard, Enzo.

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