The Art of Dying Gracefully-Or Not (ZillaGirl)

Clash, clash! 

The ring of the swordfight meshed with the drama of the orchestra. Sweat was gathering, melting the edges of my makeup. My skirt twirled as I lunged at my "foe",  piroutte-ing before slashing at him.

I paused, knowing what was next.  He "stabbed" me. I fell into my minion's arms, dropping my sword with one final BANG! In a last attempt, I leapt forward, slashing at the Nutcracker before tumbling to the ground. I gave my death twitch, stiffling a grin.  Chuckles rippled through the crowd.

Then, I was dragged away, feet in pointe shoes trailing behind.

The End

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