Skill

	I lifted my khopesh to deflect the blow. I just managed to keep my head from being cleaved in half, but Camper Boy was strong and quick. As I reeled backwards, he struck again and again. Each time, I was able to parry, but I could tell I was outmatched. His blade was lighter and quicker, and – yes, I’ll admit it – he was a better swordsman.
	I wanted to explain that I’d made a mistake. I wasn’t really his enemy. But I needed all my concentration just to keep from getting sliced down the middle. Camper Boy, however, had no trouble talking.
	"Now I get it," he said, swinging at my head. "You’re some kind of monster."
	CLANG! I intercepted the strike and staggered back.
	"I’m not a monster," I managed.
...
	"Don’t sound so disappointed," he muttered. "But, while we’re on the subject, you should be dead too. Not many people can fight me that well."