part 3: Night Visitation
December 24, 2004
My fist swung in a wide, upward arc. The idea was to strike at a large area so that I would have a better chance at hitting something. It was a sound idea, but not good enough. |
To my surprise, Foray was not even there when I finished
the punch; he simply vanished. The next moment I was struck in the side
and thrown, shoulder-first, into the dirt. “You are not the only one here with a magic power, boy,” he said. |
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I waited as he approached, pretending to be more wounded than I was. When he was close enough, I took another swing. With speed I have never seen before, he flipped out of the way of my punch and then lunged at me. |
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I gasped for air as I crawled onto my
hands and knees. Foray stood over me, waiting to see if I would attempt
to continue the
fight. |
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Finally, he drew a knife from a scabbard
strapped to his leg. |
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