Zeke's defense

As I walked down the road I noted the four men walking up to me. It was a brisk morning and a slow breeze was flowing around me. I felt as if submerged in a vat of water. The air was heavy and thick. The humidity made my tunic stick to my skin. The men had four long swords. A smile came to my face as I noted the stupidity of these people. 1

“I see you have an intention to kill me.”2

“We plan to do more,” said the one on the far left.3

“ I see, well I don’t think that I can arrange for that to happen.”4

“Hmph.” 5

He pointed his long sword at me. I went down to my scabbard, and realized that my sword was not there. Looks like I’m using my bare hands. A small stick lie on the ground. Maybe I can use that to my advantage. They began to close in on me, and the man in front of me struck out. I jumped back out of the way, and rolled left as another blade swung for my head. The stick was only five feet from my right. I needed to get to it. 6

The one who had spoken to me decided to jab. I swung right and clothes lined him, and he fell. I rolled again as I was almost hit in the hip. I grabbed the stick. Everything depended on this stick. Funny thing isn’t it? I need a stick to survive. Anyway, no time to think about that.  The stick was roughly one foot long and that was all I needed. They were moving in on me, and so I had to move quick. I crushed the stick up, and blew it into the eyes of the oncoming man. 7

His sword clattered to the ground as he clutched his face. I ran forward and shouldered him in the stomach, causing him to crash into a fruit stand. A shriek erupted from behind it as the woman ran. Crap, I’m going to have to apologize later. I had enough time to spin and take on the other three. I ran forward and lodged the long blade into the mans chest, severing the spinal cord. I continued running leaving the sword where it was, and faced the next two. 8

They circled me and I waited. Spinning with them I hoped they were as dumb as I thought they were, and they were. They both did a jab at me and I ducked, as they both skewered themselves. Blood rained down on me and I rolled backwards out of it. They both looked utterly horrified, and I did the one thing I could think of to kill them. I went up behind one of them, and pushed. The swords went deeper into both of them.  They both fell and I turned to face the one with wood in his face. 9

He had finally recovered from the fruit stand and was staggering a little. I reached out and took one of the support poles for the stand. It was sturdy, and thankfully,  sharp at the end from where it snapped off. I yanked it out, and swung it around. He got up and ran to a fallen comrade. He jerked his sword out of his friends chest and attacked. Too bad the brute didn’t stand a chance. He rushed out of utter desperation and attempted his best jab. 10

Spinning the pole at my side I dodged, and grabbed it in both hands. I hit the sword and buried its tip into the ground, then I smacked him in the face with the pole. He let go of the sword and I swung around with the pole and took out his feet, as he was in the process of falling I flipped up, spun, and buried the shaft deep into his belly. A gasp exited his lips and he muttered his last words. 11

“I… didn’t think… this could happen to me.”12

“Yeah, it happens to the best of us,” I said as I walked away. 13