Fiction Friday, {Writing Prompt} Fire Trials

Well, Fiction Friday is here. Today I wrote something from the Monday writing prompt. Did anyone else try it out? I would love to see what you got from the prompt!  Don't forget to come on Monday and see the new prompt for next week.

Here is what I wrote, let me know what you think!

Writing Prompt, Fire Trials

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The blade screamed down through the air flames licking at the hilt, Darren desperately shoved his sword in the path of the burning blade. Steal clashed, screeching as he stumbled to standing, holding the opponents sword up he could feel the heat wave coming from the blazing blade. The musty taste of sand and dust was still lingering after he had finally pulled himself off the ground. The opponent ripped his sword away from Darren, taking a few steps back he began to circle again.

Darren exchanged a glance with his uncle a few yards off. He stood with his hands folded in front of him, stoic as he watched the fight. A quick thrust threw him off as he jumped back, he felt the heat of the blade barely miss his torso as he shoved it aside. His opponent's shielded face looked over him as he began to circle. Darren tried not to bite his lip, his uncle chastised him about it perpetually. Holding his sword up he tried staying strong, not showing the weariness that was overcoming his muscles. The flaming sword fell down upon him aimed for his neck, he blocked hastily hold the blade just above him. The heat was penetrating coming from the blade inches from his face. He ripped it away with a scream and flew at the opponent with a new thrust.

He threw the opponent off doing strike after strike against the flaming sword. the opponent took a step back. One step back, and you win the fight. His uncle had trained him as much. The man was slacking. He pushed harder, slicing his blade through the air, shoving the man back another three steps. He let his blade fly back down over the man's head, but the thrust was to exposing for him. His opponent got in quickly thrusting his blazing sword against Darren's right leg. Before he could collect himself he felt himself being flipped as the burning blade cut at his leg. In one motion he was on his back, his sword flung from his fingers, as he stared up at his opponent. The man placed his blade inches from Darren's face.

Pulling  the helmet from his head, his best friend flashed a smile."What did I tell you?" he chuckled, "I knew I would beat you one day."

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-Melody