Talk:Cursed Sword/@comment-28718853-20161212231326/@comment-69.14.141.206-20181227014927

''"What are you doing, what are you doing, WHAT are you doing?!" ''Was what was going through my head as I unfolded my scimitar (not cutlass) from a disk. "I'd rather not do this today," I sighed, dropping into a familiar stance. Assesing the sword, I decided to not take any hits whatsoever, because that would throw me through the hallway. She attacked, and I barely managed to dodge. I made a mental note to make myself a smaller sword for similar situations I might get in. I sliced at her, and she blocked. We continued on for quite a while like that, but my strength was failing. Knowing I couldn't win, I quickly threw quite a few illisions out to distract her, and ran out of the compound and into a horde of various monster. This will be a long day.