You brandish your sword and show off some sweet moves to the ducks. You do some cools spin
things. That one where you flip the sword upside down and kinda do like, a figure eight. You can even do the one
where you toss it in the air and catch it behind your back (catching the handle even, you've been practicing). Using
your finely honed fighting skills you immediately start to count the ducks to assess what you are up against. You count
nine ducks.
"Nine to one!" You cry. "Don't make me laugh!"
"If I had a nickel for every duck I've killed I would be able to buy two snickers bars" you exclaim
proudly. You stare the nearest duck in the eye and give him a look that says you have killed a bird or two before.
You laugh. He lunges, trying to slash at you with his wereduck claws. He swipes at your face with amazing speed.
These are no ordinary ducks. He's almost fast enough to get you. You feel the air as the claws go by, almost performing
some rhinoplasty skills on you. You sway backwards, avoiding the attack. Not used to missing the wereduck loses
his balance. You seize the opportunity and slash at his neck. You complete your swing and lament that you felt
no resistance. You assume that you missed. As the wereduck's head falls neatly off his shoulders yourealize the
brand-new sword is so sharp it cleaved his neck so cleanly it was f'n ridiculous.
The rest of the ducks witness this and become angry. Two more lunge at you. Used to their
speed now you avoid easily. Two quick flashes of your steel remove two more duck heads.
A few more slashes and stabs take care of the other six wereducks. As the blood seeps into
the ground you wipe your sword clean and return it to its scabbard. A sense of acheivement overwhelms you. You
grin broadly.
Unfortunately you forgot about the little duck that bit you. He is still latched onto your
hand, so light that you never noticed him during the entire fight. He transforms quickly. The rapidly expanding
jaw forces his teeth into your hand, crushing it. The pain is unbelievable and forces you to your knees. You reach
for your sword but the pain slows you down. You reach the sword as the claws of the duck reach your neck. Without your
carotid artery you realize you don't have long to live. Still in motion you unsheathe your sword in one fluid motion,
cutting the last wereduck in half. You have broken the curse. The last of the wereducks are destroyed and the
earth is freed from their horrors. Good job. On the other hand you are dead.
