The assault was to take place at the designated time. He had been preparing himself mentally for some time, hoping that he wouldn't get cold feet. The enemy was preparing his weapons in silence, only metallic sounds echoing through. Deceitful, he attacked first, in a flash, retreating then cunningly. The arrow had stunned him, and he could feel it no longer it seemed. And then came assaults by heavy weapons, flesh getting ripped apart, bones snapping in half. The salty taste of blood put him in a euphoric mood. He couldn't tell whether he was winning or getting defeated. The only thing he heard was the clink of the molar thrown in the metallic box.
(Translated by Cristina-Bianca Ion / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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