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The Seven Deadly Sins Challenge from Janne CDC Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed, and Sloth are the name of the game, pick one or several and away you go. Rules are as follows -Challenge runs for four weeks or until we run out of responses, whichever happens first. Anything over 100 words is fine, likewise any format and style. Any canon universe, crossover of canon universes or AU is welcome Author's note: Just a brief answer to a challenge for entertainment purposes only, no money made.
by lynnannCDC He wasn't in the mood for small talk for he had passed that stage long ago. Exchanging taunts was easy enough when the battle was young, but the longer it went, the quieter he became, saving his strength and breath for each blow he meted out, each move he parried. He knew he was an excellent swordsman, but he now knew the immortal he faced was of the same caliber. Pride, however, did not allow him to believe he could fail; the niggling doubts of his earliest years had long been banished through many battles won through the centuries. The outcome of evenly matched skill was often decided by luck, but he wasn't sure his luck was holding. If it had, his path never would have crossed that of this immortal in the city park at night. Easy pickings was his forte, the quickening his greedy reward, only briefly satiating his need that grew stronger with each victory, whetting his appetite for more. The brief moment of distraction as he considered whether his luck was good or bad was enough for his opponent to slip in under his defenses, and rip a gaping hole in his gut. The shock and pain drove him to a fierce anger against the slighter man, and he bellowed his rage, lunging, slipping on grass damp from park water sprinklers, twisting as he fell. His sword ripped from his fingers as his opponent enveloped the blade; it arced through the air with grace, skittering to a halt on a nearby walkway. Maybe if he had practiced more. Maybe if he had gone to Miami instead. Maybe ... "You lose, Carlos. Forever. There can be only one." Methos delivered the fatal blow, sinking to his knees when the quickening was spent. So much for a pleasant Sunday evening stroll, he thought.
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