Tch, just go down already.

  How many times have I attacked you.

  Just die already!

  The gigantic armored thing in front of me is known as the 'Eater of Souls', a danger to all living things.

  And some kind of higher existance randomly decided to reincarnate me to stop the fucking thing!

  When?

  Just when did it all go downhill?

  I never wanted this job god damn it!

  I'm tired and wounded, yet the bastard in front of me seems to be having fun.

  I just want to rest dammit!

  I grip the sword in my hands tightly and surround my body with mana.

  Kicking off the ground I charge at the massive enemy in front of me.

  Faster than the speed of sound I cut through the air.

  My sword gave off a lusturous holy glow just before I struck.

  *CLANK!*

  Shit!

  My sword broke!!!

  "Fuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!"

  Amused by the scenario the thing in front of me laughs.

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  Damn this bastard really knows how to rub salt on the wound.

  Well, who the hell created this damn holy sword anyway?! it's in fucking peices on the ground.

  Can't I get a replacement?

  God of light or someone else out there, I need help over here!

  PLEASE JUST DO SOMETHING!

  THE HERO YOU SUMMONED IS ABOUT TO DIE YOU SHITS!

  ....

  No?

  Nothing huh?

  Well fuck you then assholes!

  I don't even want to be here!

  *SLAM!!!*

  "GAAHHH!!!"

  The bastard just punched me!

  Shit my ribs are broken!

  My legs are backward!

  Help!

  "GAAAAHHH!!!"

  HEEEEELP!!!

  *THUD!*

  *CRACK!*

  *RIIIP!*

  .....

  How am I still alive?

  I can't feel anything anymore...

  Da fuq was the point of all this?

  Ah shit, atleast I can rest easy now...

  .....

  Wait...

  Did I?

  I just raised a fucking flag!!!???

  Nonononononononononononono!!!

  Just let me die please!