Where Swords Never Meet

The monster was a fine swordsman.
Everytime its disgusting sword made out of bone and flesh and my sword strike, I could feel the time and effort it spent to achive the mastery.

Unusually for a monster, I extended courtesy by giving painless death to its life, though evil but made through long haul.

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A.Shipwright
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