He locked eyes with the enemy and pulled out his sword. It felt heavier than ever and he grasped it with both hands and steadied himself. He walked forward as directed by the higher powers.
He brought the sword down onto the neck of his fallen foe. His forehead broke out into a sweat as he saw the body on the floor staining the stage.
The curtains came down on the scene and the audience stood up to applaud.
In one swift stroke of her brilliance, the stagehand took revenge on one of her villains, while framing the other in front of a live audience. By swapping the prop sword for an original, she had delivered true justice.
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