I stood there in silence. Thier darting images rush past me. I was knocked back once more.

My anger increased with every blow. Still i could only smirk as blood trickled down my cheek. A minute silence soon followed by blades peircing my flesh. One by one they littered my arms and ches. I could not feel the pain for the rage building was soon too great.

The last blow was dealt with much show. My enemy ran towards my wretched frame with much disreguard. This sword ran through, my fist raised,.. it was time to let it out.

The blade peirced my hand. Deeper and deeper.. through my wrist and into my bones. It stopped, my enemy snickered at my fruitless defence. Now i had a weapon.

The blade snapped instantly as i swung my hand towards him. It cut his cheek missing the skull. A blazing gust of wind in its path.

The fight ensued. Hit after hit i sustained. No longer flesh on my body but only bone. Still my rage made me move.

I missed... missed again. All to raise my attack. With one misguided swoop my attack hit. A force that would rival a train. For my enemy was no more but dust and mist. This was not enough. The rage continued.

I hated the ground. Hit after hit i sustained to the earth beneath me. It did nearly nothing as attack grew stronger, rage building.

The earth cracked and i fell. Twas foolish to act out of hate. Rage is sweet but without a decent end.