ENCOUNTER WITH A SYLIC SWAN

The turbulent air whirled ferociously
Disallowing the blood of the fallen
To soak the ground
I struggled not to retch
Breathing in that carnage
My nostrils and tongue
Tasted that metallic death
My face dripping with the blood
Of those hundreds dead

The crimson mists then revealed
The culprit's face
In the blink of an eye
He hacked a fresh assailent clean in half
Spraying his life into the twirling gale
His murderous face was adorned with glee
And he chuckled in sadistic mirth
And that was when the spark of rage
Ignited in my soul

Drawing my sword, I charged
Like a flurry of wrath I flew toward him
Inverted and upside-down, our swords clashed
Like the roar of two cyclones
In slow motion my feet pressed the ground
And this man turned to face me
I could see now he was a Sylic Swan
A master of Wind
And I, a mere apprentice, stood not a chance
However, rage insisted otherwise, and possessed me

In a blur of motion our swords rang a hundred times
But his strength was overwhelming
And I was overcome, my sword pitched deep
In the soil beyond my reach
Disdained, I awaited what was to come
The killer cast me a fleeting glance
As though to consider my fate
Then without a blink, sifting away
To resume his murderous rampage

Logic endeared me to retreat
But the rage still prevailed
And I plucked up my sword to continue my chase
But then I was stilled by the gentle voice
Of my friend, the wizard
"Another day" he said
Solemnly I nodded and understood
But I knew in my heart that day would never come
The world will not sit idle
For the sake of petty vengeance