I thrust my blades in a cross formation to block JVB's blow. Normally I would've dodged and let him run himself ragged before tripping him up and holding my blade to his neck, forcing him to surrender. I liked him though and he'd also been taunting me, saying things like "Stand still and fight properly! What are you? A man...er..dwarf or a goblin?"
Anyway, JVB was mad from chasing me around and delivered a very forceful blow. Both my blades were sliced clean in two! "Oh yeah, rune of sharpness, that's what I put on that weapon! EEEEEEKKK!" My whole life flashed before my eyes, I swear only 3 weeks of it were interesting...
Then something wierd happened. The blade stopped after splitting the hairs of my head, penetrating no flesh or bone. JVB collapsed to the ground with the sword but much to my own surprise not a drop of my blood was lost. And I kind of like my blood inside me. I stood in shock for a while. "Maybe the weapons I have forged cannot harm me!" I thought to myself.
"What just happened??" JVB asked. "I've no idea, maybe some kind of magic. Enough practice for today! We'd better go back. I'm hungry!"
With that we went back to the campsite. I would need a bigger melee weapon, maybe a double-headed axe...
