A Real Inspiration

The warrior lowered her spear, and her opponent paused. She raised the spear again and opened her mouth for a battle cry, but lowered it again in silence.

Her opponent came closer, but not too close. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just… I’m just not feeling it today, I guess.” She looked at the ground.

“Fighter’s block?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

“That’s rough. Don’t stress about it, though. Happens to everyone.” He drove his spear into the ground and sat.


“Totally. Maybe you just feel kind of sick, or you haven’t slept well, or maybe you’re excited about something entirely unrelated. Doesn’t matter.” He smiled. “Some days, you just can’t figure out where you want to swing your sword next.”

“So what do you do about it?”

“One thing I’ve heard, you can start fighting something, anything, just to get moving, and that’ll help.”

“You’ve heard?”

“Well, yeah. It’s never happened to me.”

“You said everybody gets it.”

“In general, sure. But y’know, not me.”

She cracked her knuckles. “You know, this chat really helped.”

“Yeah? I’m glad.” He got to his feet, then fell to the ground with her spear in his chest.

She left it there. “A real inspiration.”

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