"Our race has endured more then any others could ever know, to laugh at death is our second nature."The sun was highest in the sky when the two warriors' blades met. The sound of clashing metal pierced the silence of concentration, yet the dance continued. The unbearable heat caused sweat to roll down their faces and drip to the ground, cracking the dry mud beneath their feet. Every swing was matched blow for blow, causing their weapons to lock up. They were brought face to face staring into each others eyes trying to predict the next move. Simultaneously they pushed away from the lock, sending the other tumbling back. One placed his hand on the ground, legs spread out crouched. Looking up at his opponent he smiled and darted forward, his long sword at the ready. The other took defense immediately but it was too late. The blade met with his chest too quickly for him to prepare himself, spilling blood everywhere. Laying on the ground he coughed up blood and released his weapon from his hand, acknowledging defeat. With what strength he could gather he watched the victor sheath the weapon stained with his own blood and walk away.
Gasping for air he shouted, "Wait!"
The man stopped.
And he asked him, "What is thy name?"
And he answered, saying, "Our name is Legion: for we are many."
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