'Ekcara', she yells to him,
Catching him off guard,
Causing his foot to flinch,
Resulting in him to fall uponst a shard.
A rush of red, a flutter of pain,
A twitch of death, a loss of breath,
A yelp from him and a scream from her,
For he was off to meet the god of death, Aareth.
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