The blade he used as a threat, the one with a white dragon hilt, slashed at her throat. He’d stain that pink dress of hers crimson.

Only his blade didn’t pierce and render her flesh to tear her limb from limb. It collided with her hair and… bounced off. Her golden locks glowed a beautiful blonde, and formed an impenetrable wall.

Again and again he swung and swung, desperate to claw out the eyes of this woman who now humiliated him by ruining his show of strength. His blade did nothing at all, delivered not a single scratch, not even a single strand cut through for all his efforts

“This infernal useless sword!”

- LetterSequence Round 0