Wk 2- Cormac

Ulysses the Perilous

 

He came rushing towards me with his sword raised above his head.It came slashing down with immense force. I parried it just before it cut me in half. He had a menacing look in his eye a thirst for fresh blood. It was intense but I still parried every blow. He once raised his sword so high that it got caught in one of the oil lamps. I had a clear shot of his stomach as he struggled to free his sword. I took my chance and hit him in the side as he fell the oil lamp came down and hit his head and the lamp smashed to pieces. He was lying in a crumpled heap in the center of the deck. For a sheer moment of delight I thought he was dead. But he rose up again and every feeling of delight vanished.