Patriot's Clash: Owen and Jordan's Epic Battle

"This is for my motherland, this is for my family, this is for my people! Is it so hard for you to understand!?"

The villain spat out the words with such rage that his long blonde hair flew like a mane. His face was red and the veins in his temples were throbbing. His eyes were bloodshot and he wielded his sword with such power that it was almost impossible to watch him without getting pulled into the excitement. I had seen that look before, on the battlefield. When we stood together against a common enemy. But now he was my enemy, and I would never let him forget that again.

"Your motherland," I sneered. "What's your motherland? A bunch of rebels who want to destroy everything good."

"Everything good?" He cried out in despair, his voice cracking. "Everything good? Are you sure you mean everything? Or do you mean only what you have? Have you ever seen a day where they weren't starving? Where they didn't live in fear of each other or their neighbours? Where they weren't constantly under attack from the biggest superpower in the world?"

"It's not perfect," I admitted reluctantly. "But as much as we hate to admit it, we're stuck with America."

"That's not true," he said softly. "You can change it."

"I can't." My voice was just as soft as his. "I've tried."

Now he laughed. It was a bitter laugh that made him cough. He put a hand on his chest and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. By the time he looked up again, the laughter had gone, but there was still an evil glint in his eyes that made me shudder in fear.

"You haven't tried at all!" He yelled so loud I had to cover my ears just to hear him better over my own heartbeat thumping in my ears. "You don't even try! You don't care about anything except yourself! You're selfish!"

I wanted to yell back at him but nothing came out of my mouth except an embarrassing squeak of fear and shock. The villain smiled maliciously and took two steps towards me, swinging his sword around like a madman while he advanced to within striking distance of me. The smile faded from his face as quickly as it had come though and he looked at me with such sadness that I almost stopped breathing because of how eerie it looked on his face. Then he raised his sword high above his head and prepared for the final blow against me.