But I have sidestepped his lunge, and tripped him. You foul creature the brute shouts as he dashes forward and tries to run me through. Why not withdraw? Your death will prove nothing here. You are proud, I say.You have seen my skills. He is no friend of mine, the fair man says.Do with him what you wish. If you leave now, I say.I will let this man live. But he misses, and another smooth swipe also fails to draw blood. He takes a swipe at me with his blade, trying to cut my left shoulder. You are young, Pino says.Why make such a rash decision? The brute, my knife scratching his trembling throat, is agreeable.We will be gone, he says. Fair head smiles and nods in appreciation. It shines in the last rays of the evening sun. Wiping off my knife on the sand, I stand and pull off my cap, letting my blond hair fall. Dante is muttering prayers to heaven and drooling all over his wretched face. Now there is only the fair-haired man left. She jumps toward me, her arms flailing, and I kill her as I killed her mate. Once again I sidestep the thrust of his sword, but this time I sink my blade deep into his heart and withdraw it before he can take it with him to the bloody ground. But he is no sooner back on his feet than his dull eyes flash with anger and he makes another try for me. I smash his face in the dirt and then release him.
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