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When life gives you shit,you've just gotta deal with it.

Two figures sparred fiercely,each eager to defeat the other. The taller figure plunged his sword,aiming for the other's heart. The latter swerved right, deflecting the blow. Before the first figure could land another hit,the second did a triple barrel roll,grabbing his his legs and pinning him to the ground,pointing his sword at the first figure's neck.

"Okay,I yield" Darak said,shoving Abel's sword sideways. He got up and tapped Abel's shoulders slightly.

"Your combat skills have improved" he added with a smile. Abel just had a blank look on his face, obviously having something disturbing his mind.

"Darak" he...