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swung his sword high above his head, preparing to finish the fallen Earthman off. His sword sparkled as it sung upwards through the air, catching a thousand glimmering reflected on its polished surface.

Sinbad pitched his body and threw Sinbad in Kasson’s eyes. His attacker was blinded. Lunging forward, Sinbad crossed the few steps that separated them and plunged his sword so deeply into Kasson’s chest that its tip pointed out through his back in a spray of dark crimson blood.

Kasson staggered backwards, furious. Snarling at Sinbad, he tried to rip the sword out.

The he stopped.

Total shock registered on his face as he felt death was taking him.

Sinbad sagged to the ground, exhausted beyond measure.

Kasson dropped his sword with a clang and turned towards the outlander, outraged. He clutched at his chest, and spat out blood. He staggered forward and reached out toward Sinbad. Then he slowly sank to his knees. His eyes flickered open, glaring with a feeble internal light.

He wiped the blood from his chin as realization crept over him. Sinbad had beaten him. And he was going to die.

With an effort, Kasson turned his head to face Sinbad. The outlander got back to his feet with numerous promises his body would be aching the next morning.

A tide of darkness flooded Kasson’s synapses and to framed, blinking hard as his vision briefly wasted out in a sea of sparkled grey. Physical weakness was not something that he was used to, and how the murderous inmate was experiencing all kinds of strange sensations. Not all of them were pleasant.

Kasson gasped as a lifetime of bright images were shown in front of him. He gazed at them with wonder. He had once heard that one’s life flashed before one’s eyes as death approached. Of course he had never thought he would have the opportunity to find out, yet here he was. He laid back and readied himself.

JOHN GARAVAGLIA

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