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My mother closed the door slowly behind her. My room was pitch black then an awkward light was coming from my closet. I got up from my bed and opened my side draw to grab my outfit. I look at my closet door as I quickly changed into my clothes I look underneath my bed and grab my sword. I opened the closet door to a new world that you must fight to survive. I stood infront of my challenger with a smile on my face. He quite young for fighting but here you can look anyway you want. He smiled as he unsheathed his sword. In this world you’re as only good as you are your weapon. I stood their sword still undrawn. I smiled as he charge and swung randomly. I moved to the side and kicked him in the side. I then ran up to him as he swung I stopped and slid underneath him in jump up then kicked him in the back on the knee. I drew my sword as he fell and tapped close to his neck with it. “Done,” he said as he got up off of his knees and walked back threw the door he came from.
I sheath my sword and walk into the crowd to watch the next battle. Both doors open at the same time and came out siblings, twins. They looked exactly the same but their rank in clothing showed different. Only was one of the top 25 the other was one of the top hundred. One of the twins kneeled down with his sword out,” I forfeit.” The crowd stood in shock but me. I came out of the crowd and took one the twins place,” I’ll fight him.” I said to the one on his knee. It was the hundredth rank fighter. I smile, “Come on everyone wants to see a fight.” I tapped his shoulder and switch places with him. “Let’s start.” I said as I drew my sword. The kid sighed as he drew his sword,” Lets get this over with.” He took the first strike then sweep kicked my leg. Held my sword out beside my leg to stop the kick I spun around ripping his pant leg. I stood in the middle of the arena looking at him as he stared down at his leg.
I sheathed my sword and ran up to him and kick his sword out of his hand then conked him with my sheath. He lay on the ground pasted out. My outfit changed into the persons clothes I was facing.