272. Mental Swordsmen

J Jaden Knight
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For several days they have held the narrow bridge to his mind against the army of swordsmen massed against them in their yellow robes no chance of food or rest yet the two refuse to leave their post Their green and blue robes are torn and slashed though no wounds show through the holes their bows hang useless next to empty quivers but their swords remain as sharp as new ready to repel any attack Though they can't defeat this army themselves they are happy to hold them back until their reinforcements arrive and then the attack can be ended For now they battle on alone no friendly voice urging them on but the sound of their own companion's encouragement never sure whether they will be standing tomorrow but more than willing to fight for it.

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