Jackal's great sword hovered close to the floor as his amount of life essence neared its limits. It flickered in and out of existence. Even though his stance was slacking, his breathing heavy, and smoke was coming from some areas of his body, he was still on his feet, eyes burrowing into his opponent. "Daniel…do you think something like this," he took long breaths, "Will be enough to defeat me? I promised Eugene that I would free him, and that is exactly what I intend to do."
I had my family proof read this and, it's always refreshing to see their disgust. They are just reading with a plain focus and then the grimace, it just makes my day. They turned to me after and said, "Random_Writer, this is uh...This is your book alright. Pretty gory." I love writing.