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He back flips out of the way just in time and then mirrors my actions. I too back flip and manage to avoid a hit. Fighting him is much harder without a shield as that is the easiest way to land a hit on him. He sends five of his black diamond daggers at me and I realize that because of no shield I have to dodge instead of hitting them back at him. I manage to avoid four of them but the fifth one manages to clip my left shoulder. I pretend not to notice but he of course does.

He snaps his fingers and disappears and I turn around ready to land a few blows. However he doesn’t appear. I realize my mistake to late and feel two hands seize the back of my tunic and he whips me through the air. On impact I manage to somewhat roll in an attempt to lower the damage I take. Though I am (surprisingly) not harmed by the air time I realize I have dropped my sword. The worst thing you can ever do. Especially with Ghirahim.

I remember the very first time we fought. I was weak as it was the very beginning of my journey and wasn't quick enough to break my sword free of his tight grab. He continued to mock me, claiming that I was an amateur and that I was telegraphing all my moves (that was funny coming from him). After he was done verbally mocking me he suddenly whipped my sword at me. Thankfully he didn't get to see this but he actually hit me, with my own sword, and it made quite a wound in my abdomen.

This time around he makes no remarks about my amateur moves but he dearly wants too. He admires my blade, flips it over again and again. I don't want to make a move as I am in quite a bad positions at the moment. Before I can come up with a plan of action he once again snaps his fingers and disappears. I am on high alert this time around but he has a major upper hand. He once again appears when my back is turned, which shows what a coward he is. He clamps one hand over my mouth and nose cutting my air supply off. I struggle but he doesn't let up. Then pain like never I've never experienced. I look down and barely manage to hold down my stomach. My sword is through my abdomen. Blood creates a waterfall down to the ground, which creates a pond, which grows to a lake, which grows to an ocean.

He pulls my sword out and I fall. I keep falling and falling yet the ground never comes.