The clash of steel on steel rang throughout the square blocking out all other sounds. But over the battle the bell roared out shaking the ground beneath the warriors' feet. Both fighters looking to end as quickly as possible. Both swung with great power and ferocity, but they were evenly matched in many cases.
Strength matched by defense, rage matched by boldness. The fight could go either way at this point as the samurai's blade struck the shield the force of the blow and the sudden shaking of the ground caused the blade to skip across the surface and slid down and slashed across the face of the Paladin's open front helm. The tip of the katana slides over his eyes blinding him.
Once more the ancient katana tasted blood and sung with pleasure. But that singing was replaced with a scream of pain as the heavy head of the mace collided with the side of the Oni's head. To any normal creature the blow would've killed them outright, but Oni's have thick skulls, still the sound of a loud crack rang throughout the Samurai's ears as his jaw was painfully dislocated and blood began to pour out of the large wound from where the mace blow landed his eye beginning to swell shut a massive pressure building in his head adding more rage to the roaring of the sword.
The Grinner gave one final loud clap the tolling bell ceased leaving everything in the perfect silence of the midnight town. The battle was reaching it's conclusion, the Paladin, now blind with his shield arm hanging lifelessly at his side would need to rely on his strength of faith and to guide his mace towards ending this abomination.
As for the Samurai, not only was the blade thirst for hunger screaming in his ears, but the resounding ring of the mace impacting his skull was nearly deafening. And with his face quickly becoming stained with blood his left eye was blurred skewing his depth perception. But the many years of training and rage from the blade would guide him through his disability. All he would need is one more strike and this holy annoyance would be sent off to meet his maker.
This would a case of blind faith versus imperfect instinct, only one can win...and only can prove which is stronger.
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