The Shadow Games

Enraged, you rush madly at the mysterious assaliant. You draw your fist back as you near the thing and then let it fly with all your might right at its head. "Nooo!" your father shouts.
"Wow, over that quickly." you think. You look down as its blade-like arm draws out from your abdomen and form back into a dark hand.
The last thing you remember seeing is your father battling the thing, with all his might, but falling limp beside you shortly thereafter.

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