So this is a short input from a story i wrote, please enjoy!
Her emotions boils up! The desire to bring this man down to his knees and make him pleede for his life was unbearable. She shouted out;
– If you consider yourself man enough to face me, i may let you leave with your dignity and head intact!
His face made a grin as he turned around.
– I will cut you up like a pig, you whore!
The pub was silenced by this dispute, only a man and a woman could be seen in the lantern lights.
He unsheathes his sword and makes himself ready, but she just stands there with a satisfied smile.
– DRAW YOUR SWORD! He yells.
– No need to worry, I only need one swing, she replies calmly.
Out of frustration he makes his first move. He moves towards her with a quick spurt and a confident swing aiming for her throat. She tilts her head backwards, he misses and trips, falling on his side right in front of her.
– I guess you won’t be leaving this place with your dignity, stand up! she says.
He gets himself up and start to swing furiously but not landing a single hit. He breathes heavily, sweat dripping down from his face and gliding down his leathered armor.
-I think it’s about time i put an end to this, she says while placing her hand on the hilt of her sword.
She looks at him. A smile that tells him that the moment belongs to her, her beautiful face shaded perfectly by the light. Who would not place his heart out for only a moment of her embrace?
But he, feeling betrayed by her appearance, he swings with his full might aiming for her chest. She ducks as his sword whistles over her head, then she draws her sword as she ascend for her turn. The sword leaves her sheath silently, slicing through the air in a vast speed, and making a quick return back into its sheath.
His eyes are in shock. His sword hits the wooden floor as his hand reaches for his throat. Blood flushes from between his fingers, he can’t utter any words, only coughs and struggles for air.
He staggers backwards against a table and his heavy body breaks it as he hits the floor. Slowly the man looses all sound but his eyes frozen in shock.
The crowd starts to whisper to each other as Emily walks up to the pub keeper. She gives him a small pouch of gold;
– This should cover my bill and the damage done here.
She puts her cloak on. Drags the body out where she puts it on her wagon and leaves the dark night.