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With a loud pop, the chain on the cuff snapped off.
    “Here’s the windup, and here’s the pitch!”
    Samuel felt his body start accelerating backward toward the window behind him. At the same time, he felt the world slow down to a crawl as he flew away from the creature, it’s evil-looking snarl etched in his mind.
    I guess you really do have time to see your life flash before your eyes when you’re getting ready to die. This’ll probably be pretty quick though since I don’t remember anything beyond a couple hours ago.
    Without warning, the itchy sensation on his left hand became unbearable. Instinctively reaching over to scratch his fingers, he felt something take shape in his hand. As he slowly drifted away through the air, he was startled to find a handle forming in his hand. Intuitively, he pulled his right hand forward as he pulled his left back. Suddenly, an ice-blue crystalline sword materialize out of what appeared to be the dragon’s mouth. Continuing the motion, he swung the blade around, connecting with the underside of the creature’s wrist with a sound like glass wind chimes. The edge of the blade slid through the creature’s wrist, lopping off the hand that he’d thrown Samuel with. Samuel was shocked that the sword sliced through it effortlessly. He had enough time to see the hand slowly start to drop toward the floor, encased in ice, before time snapped back into play.
    As he sailed out the window, glass exploded into the frigid night air. The sword caught the side of the window sill as he went through backward, slicing deeply into the frame and cinder blocks, again without any noticeable resistance. It slightly slowed his backward momentum, but not enough to keep him in the room.
    “OHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIT!!!!” he yelled as he sailed out the window.
    As he started to fall, the sound of the monster screaming echoed into the night after him.

Chapter 3
    I’m gonna die!
    That statement echoed through his mind as he dropped toward the sidewalk. He instinctively reared his sword arm back and swung it forward. As he did, the sword’s blade segmented and elongated, almost appearing like a bunch of crystal fragments held together by twin lightning bolts.
    The sword stretched out toward the building, instantly embedding the tip and several fragments of the blade into the wall next to the window he had just flown out of. The blade continued to stretch, slowing his decent as it did. Finally, it brought him to a stop several floors above the ground, in the process slamming him into the wall and knocking the air out of him. Trying to catch his breath, he looked back up at the blade. The lightning bolts had dimmed down to a muted neon blue and the blade was segmented into so many fragments that he quickly lost count of how many were visible.
    Looking down, he estimated he was approximately six stories up based on how many windows were between him and the ground. Looking back up, he quickly determined that he had fallen about ten stories before coming to a stop.
    How the hell did I do that? Better yet, what the hell do I do now? If I climb back up, assuming I can figure out how, I’d most likely get thrown out the window again or worse. If I let go of the sword, I’ll probably break my legs or kill myself anyway. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
    Without warning, the sword swung him away from the wall before coiling up and yanking itself out of the wall, pulling several chunks out with it. The segments snapped back, forming into a solid blade again while he fell the remaining distance to the ground.
    He hit the sidewalk hard, pulverizing the sidewalk and sending small splintery cracks spider-webbing away from his feet. The blade of the sword chopped into the concrete next to him, leaving a huge gash where it came to a stop. Looking back up, he saw several softball sized chunks of wall dropping toward his head. He cringed as he swung his left arm over his head to try and protect it from the deadly chunks.