“This can only carry on for so long, Riley.”
Shut up and end it then, Glaive. If you’re so much better than me, why are you taking so long to finish this?
Dammit; parry, parry. Dodge. Stop thinking; watch the sword. Oh, hell; that blade doesn’t have the stopper on it. He must have taken it off; that’s why he’s smiling like that. Parry. Dodge, riposte. Damn, my arm’s heavy; it’s not moving. Move, you stupid log. He’s not fooling around this time. Jerk. Everyone else got nicer after the academy let us out; why’d I have to run into the only jerk? I swear he’s been looking for me. He looked too happy when he ran into me. Happy to find me. Always hated me at school, but he’s happy to find me now. Something’s not right about this guy. Screw-job. Dodge, parry. Attack. Parry, dodge. Parry, dodge, dodge. Crap, can’t feel my arm at all now. He’s got to be wasting energy if he’s hitting that hard. No, I’ll never outlast him. Wonder how long it took to hunt me down.
Stop smiling, Glaive. You’re better than me, we all knew that. What did I ever do to you? Why go looking for me? Parry, parry. Riposte, dodge. Damn you, you’re having fun with this. Nutcase. Parry, dodge, parry. Is my foil bent? Did he bend the blade? Stupid old weapon; no good crap. Got to get out of here; he’s going to kill me or something, I know. Dodge, dodge. Stop dancing like that, like some kind of fruity scorpion. I’d swipe that grin off my face if I were you. I might get you first if you keep that up. Dick. At least he’s giving me a chance to--
Dodge, parry, parry, riposte. Dodge. Damn, he cut me. He cut me. I’m bleeding. When did he do that? Can’t feel the arm, can’t feel the bleeding. If I was faster... parry, dodge. Dodge. Stop moving back and forth, dick. Probably killed the others, too. Why else would he be so happy? The academy was a plaything, wasn’t it? You were looking for victims. Dodge, dodge. Hunting us all down, right? Back up, back up.
Fine, you want to end this? You want to kill me? I’ll kill you first. Damn psycho. Here we go. You and me; one last round. Dodge, parry, atta--
What the hell? Can’t move; there’s something in me. Pushing on the spine. Oh damn, he... got to look or I’ll never know. Come on, look. He’s smiling too much. He’d still be attacking if he hadn’t--just look down, you idiot. Getting dizzy. Look. Look.
... Oh, Mother of God. At least the fight’s over now.