Raise Your Sword to Parry

Without thinking, you reach to the improvised scabbard at your side and draw the thin blade you had stolen from your master. You lift it up to block the incoming strike. Steel clashes with steel as the man's sword collides with yours. His superior strength and downward momentum becomes obvious when the powerful blow knocks the sword right out of your hands and clattering on the street next to you. The blade nicked your face as it went by, leaving a bloody gash on your cheek. But it caused the man to lift his sword in startles confusion, and buy you a few more moments of precious life.

"What the hell?" He cursed. "A sword?"

"Never mind that! Finish him, dammit!" The other man demanded, growing impatient. This was your last chance, you decide. You grab your sword by the hilt and, sitting up slightly, swing it around. The tip of the blade cuts into the beastly mercenary's left leg and causes him to shake and stumble from the sudden pain. But it doesn't deter him for long and only makes him angrier. With a snarl, goes for a quicker slash in a diagonal angle from his shoulder. With more resolve, you go for a second block with your blade. Once again, you deflect the shot, but your inexperience is showing heavily as the collision causes your whole arm to shake and you barely keep hold of the sword. You topple back onto your back, unable to continue supporting yourself.

However, it also forces your attacked onto his bad leg and he also stumbles to the side, the pain from your cut hampering his ability to keep upright. You kick outward with your right leg and hit the gash in his leg dead-on. He cries out and falls over, his heavy body dropping directly on top of you. You quickly thrust your sword upward and impale the falling man right onto it. You blade juts out of his back and he lets out a gurgling noise, blood spewing from his mouth.

You push him over and roll on top of him, pulling your sword free from his guts. The blade was now soaked in crimson and dripped onto the body beneath you. The large mercenary gasped and wheezed in pain as his wide eyes looked up at you in surprised fear and pain. He can't move his arms or legs and is barely still alive. You grip your sword hilt tightly until the knuckles turn white.