The words did not startle me as much as they should have and I quickly regained my senses. Ever so slightly I turned my head to see where the voice had come from judging the distance I prepared for my next move. Turning swiftly I swung my sword in a deadly arch for the trespasser’s head.

Despite his quick reflexes and my slowness due to my injury, I was able to give him a nice cut on his right arm as he turned away from my attack. As I regained my balance he pulled out his sword and was just in time to meet my next blow.

He was the better fighter in strength, and because of my injury in speed too. The only thing that saved me from his sword on several occasions was the training my grandfather had given me. Words of wisdom that he had given me were coming back to me the more that we fought.

After a few minutes, I pushed myself close to him leaning on my sword so that he could not break away easily. As I faced him I kicked him in the chest knocking him out the door. At that point, the adrenalin kicked in and I charged out after him.

Walking out the door I stalked over to him lying on the ground and stood and looked down on him. Just, as I was about to run him through, was stopped by a call behind me.

“Wallkery you stop right there. you are supposed to be resting, not getting into fights!”