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today, was i triumphant or was the advisary weak and ill-prepared? had he been sick or too well rested? was his mind on something other than defeating me?

the giant fell too quickly it seemed; i hadn't really even tried to kill him. all i really wanted at the start was a start, but to win?!

the hot flash that crept up my spine and onto my face lingered there too long. people began to notice and thought me boastful. they turned into an angry mob, and some of them got busy rebuilding the behemoth.

tomorrow then, he'll come again and this time, he will surely win for he'll have gobs of people marching with him. people who will weaken and distract me. people who will try and hold me down.