"Wield your sword!" he commanded, his eyes attempting to penetrate into whatever darkness could possibly exist within my soul.
I did not move.
"Why do you not brandish your weapon!" he screamed, utterly shocked and aggravated by my stillness.
"I do not wield my sword for those men such as you," I answered, curtly.
My enemy dropped the metal face guard of his helmet with the intent of covering his eyes so I would not be able to see the fury accumulating on his face.
"Then I shall remove it for you!" he decided, clicking his heels into his horse and heading straight for me as I stood with my feet on the ground in front of him.
And I still would not wield my sword, I swore, as I watched my enemy charge full-on towards me on his black-as-night horse.
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