![]() ![]() So, although he held most of me to the ground, I managed to shove my elbow up and nail him in the face. Being trapped like that by a Strigoi would likely result in the neck being bitten or broken. He didn't waste the opportunity and dragged me to the ground, trying to pin me. I blocked the worst of it, but he was so strong that I was the one who stumbled from the impact. He moved in for an attack, coming at me with the full force of his body. My heart thumped in my chest, and sweat coated my skin. We were too well matched, both of us too fast. Once I started using that knowledge, the fight grew tricky. I knew him, knew his moves, just as he knew mine. I also tried to remember everything I knew about him. As we tested each other, attacking and blocking, I tried to remember everything he'd taught me. Dimitri and I were celebrities in different ways around here, and our mentoring relationship added to the drama. I knew it would hurt later, but my adrenaline was running too strong for me to pay attention to it now.ĭistantly, I realized some other people had come to watch us. He halted my attack with a glancing blow to the side of my head. It was like he knew what I was going to do before I did it. But Dimitri was hard to catch by surprise. “I sprang toward him with the stake, hoping to catch him by surprise. As long as justice and injustice have not terminated their ever-renewing fight for ascendancy in the affairs of mankind, human beings must be willing, when need is, to do battle for the one against the other.” A man who has nothing which he is willing to fight for, nothing which he cares more about than he does about his personal safety, is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. A war to protect other human beings against tyrannical injustice a war to give victory to their own ideas of right and good, and which is their own war, carried on for an honest purpose by their free choice, - is often the means of their regeneration. When a people are used as mere human instruments for firing cannon or thrusting bayonets, in the service and for the selfish purposes of a master, such war degrades a people. “War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth a war, is much worse. ![]()
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