Michael was only a few inches taller than his opponent, but his stance made him look a lot shorter, his black cloak had a few cuts and so did he, nothing serious, but enough to give him some trouble.
His opponent held a thin longsword, and looked like a master; he used an advanced stance, with the longsword pointed at the ground and stared Michael in the face. His blade sprung towards Michael lashing out, Michael blocked with the dagger in his left hand and rolled to the left hand rear of his opponent, he retrieved a second dagger from his cloak and struck out with this as he rolled, but the swordsman had whipped his sword around to block.
Michael sprang to his feet and charged the man, one dagger pointing towards the man, with the other held behind to block any attack, the swordsman’s blade swept up, but Michael’s dagger moved slightly, and blocked the blow, the other dagger arced towards the man’s neck, which would have been a killing blow if another swordsman hadn’t stepped in and blocked the blow. He also held a thin longsword, which looked like an exact replica of the first man.
Michael rolled towards the second man and struck out with his dagger, attempting to sever his leg at the knee, but the man also blocked, as the first had. Michael was now stuck in the middle of the two swordsman, who grinned at each other.
Damn! These guys’s must be the best in Yuonn! Without warning the first swordsman stuck with his blade, at lightning speed, Michael got his dagger up just in time, and the second swordsman swung his blade towards him, Michael’s second dagger sprang upwards, catching the second blade in the nick of time. Michael fought to keep his stance as both of his daggers were locked by the two swordsmen. Michael quickly dropped to the ground, and threw his dagger at the first man, who grabbed it.
Shit! How can he do that! The second swordsman’s blade swept down quickly in a great arc, and Michael’s rolled to the side in the nick of time, Michael reached inside his cloak, and retrieving a third dagger, he stood in a fighting stance facing both of his assailants. One of which held his favourite dagger.
A third swordsman stepped in from the shadows, also holding a thin longsword. He took up a fighting stance, similar to the one the first had used. A flash and the only warning of a blow was the slight whistle as it sliced through the air, towards Michael’s neck, but he raised his dagger, blocking the sword and quickly disengaged, and blocked a slash from the second swordsman, he disengaged again and blocked a strike from the third.
A fourth swordsman raced out of the shadows and they stood in a square around him, blades flashing, they all quickly stuck at Michael, who blocked, then disengaged, just catching their blades in the nick of time. Michael lashed out with a dagger, finding just enough time for an attack before moving back on the defensive, fending off another flurry of blows from the four swordsmen.
Four more swordsmen stepped into the gaps and added their own thing longswords to the blades lashing out at Michael and his daggers flashed, blocking one blade after another. He lashed out with his foot, and a secret mechanism activated and a poisoned blade erupted from the boot, slamming into the first man’s chest, he quickly fell, but two more swordsmen replaced him.
Nine swordsmen were too much and Michael was tiring, now on occasion, a blade would scratch him, or bite deep into his flesh.
A bolt erupted from the darkness and slammed into the skull of the second swordsman, and Michelle stepped from the darkness, a great sword in her hand, it arced up and down, slicing into the third swordsman, with this distraction, Michael managed slit the throats of two others, before again, taking a fighting stance.
Two of the remaining swordsmen turned to face Michelle, blades pointing at the ground, they drove her back, on swordsman would be no match for Michelle’s prowess with a blade, but two managed to strike just quickly enough to stop her from lashing out at them.
Michael buried his dagger in the leg of one of his opponents, who cried out, blood flowing from the major artery, which he had pierced, and with one blade, drove the other swordsman back, Michael plucked his favourite dagger from the body of the first swordsman and threw the second, which embedded itself in the back of one of Michelle’s assailants, who staggered forward, onto Michelle’s blade. Michael  defended against the lightning strikes of his last opponent, as the swordsman tried desperately to drive him back, but to no avail, Michael stood his ground, blood trickling slowly from his many wounds, he stood hard in his resolve, his dagger flashing in the moonlight, fending off each and every one of his opponent’s strikes. But the continuous onslaught tired him, breaking his concentration, and for a moment he faltered, the swordsman saw his chance, and reversed his blade, attempting to run Michael through, but at the last moment, the butt of Michael’s dagger smashed into the flat of his opponent’s sword, shattering it into a billion tiny shards.
Michelle’s final opponent saw his chance when his ally fell onto Michelle’s blade, impaling himself, but leaving Michelle’s blade useless. She quickly dropped it, reaching into her pocket. The swordsman charged.
With a flick of his wrist Michael threw his favourite dagger, which embedded itself in his opponent’s throat, and with a gurgle, the swordsman fell. With a sigh Michael collapsed in a heap, laughing.
Michelle pulled out her hand from her pocked and slammed her fist into the face of the final swordsman, who dropped his sword, as his face exploded.
Michelle drew her fist back, and shook the blood from her hand.
“Brass knuckles, Bitch!”