Night Terrors [Fox vs Diadem]

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"I will kill you, and then wear your dead carcass." the stranger who also happened to be a fox who already looked half-dead hissed at me. I then let out an echoing laugh in response.

"I'm sure you'll try," I retorted.

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The next attack my foe makes hits me, unlike the first. I ignore the fact that I've been struck, however, and strike back immediately. I will not let my opponent get the best of me as long as I have something that I can do about it.

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"All you are is plastic," the ugly fox said to me harshly.

"Plastic?" I laughed again. "Try sterling silver."

My pliers may not have been sterling silver, but I certainly was.

By no means were myself nor my weapon plastic though.

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The demented looking fox confesses that it doesn't want to die. I don't blame it for not wanting to die. I don't want to, either.

Those aren't fighting words, though.

"Not wanting to die won't save you. Only fighting does that." These were honest words, and I spoke them to my opponent.

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Already, the creature I was fighting had seemed to lose hope. Then, it delivered a harsh attack upon me. I wasn't prepared for it, so I wasn't ready to defend myself immediately. I'd been distracted.

Now, it seemed that the fox was using emotional statements to try to get to me. Therefore, I stayed quiet. I didn't say a word, as I couldn't let myself get distracted again.

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The gem in the center of me cracks with the next hit that the fox makes on me.

"I am not dying for you, Diadem." The fox tells me this, and I know that I'm not dying for him either.

If I die, it will be to expel the evil within me. The piece of Tom Riddle's soul that posses me.

"I'm not dying for you, either," I said. "If I die, it is to free myself- not for your glory."