The Final Battle (warning: contains scenes of graphic violence to paper)
The warrior’s blades scythed through the ranks of the enemy, leaving a gruesome trail of mangled remains. The number of foes was dwindling fast, but suddenly the blades lost their edge and speed and would not obey the warrior! She had to stop in mid-stroke and run from her current opponent, who luckily didn’t have the courage to follow her.
At a safe distance, the warrior set the blades on the ground. She knew too well that it would be at least an hour before they would serve her again. She had been so close! She forced herself to eat some battle rations and clean her armor before she took up the blades again and grimly returned to the field.
The few remaining combatants made a brave stand, but the warrior was weary and would not be stopped this time. Mercilessly she shredded her way through every opponent, not caring how much carnage she was causing. And then the moment came when she turned to face the next foe, and there was none.
She stood alone in the midst of the battlefield and looked around. She had won. But the war was not quite over, not until all the scattered pieces of the enemy were cleaned up. The warrior sighed and went to go get the vacuum.
To-Do: Shred a huge box of old documents.
