My blade grazed his lower arm as he turned to block. His second sword flashed before my face as I struggled to get out of its reach, the cutting edge hissing past my ear.
He looked at his arm, watching as blood leaked from his tanned skin. Suddenly his green eye sparked like a smoldering ember in a fire.
Dread overtook the pride I’d felt only moments ago. “I… I’m sorry,” I said quickly, backing away.
Without a word, he charged. I blocked his blades as quickly as my tired arms could, but still, he drove me back. His speed increased with every attack, while mine seemed to dissipate. The weight of my sword pulled me down as the relentless blows of Ikane’s blades made the burning in my arms surge.
“I yield, Ikane,” I barked, but he didn’t stop. “I yield!”
The green in his left eye shimmered with each stroke of his swords like sparks leaping from a blacksmith’s hammer. My arms were reaching the limit of their endurance. Without realizing where he had been herding me, my heel struck the weapon’s hut. Before I could re-direct my retreat, his swords crossed, trapping mine as he pinned me against the wall. Panting, I closed my eyes, feeling his hot breath against my forehead.
“Impressive,” he whispered as he released me.
I let out a shaky breath and slid down the side of the hut toward the dirt. My arms burned and my hands ached with new blisters.
This is a SHORT story about a young woman striving to hunt down a dragon that killed all her people. She is the last of their kind. *this story was written by me and my friend Tina Marshall who has given me permission to post the chapters here.