Peerless

The scarred warrior stood in a field of fallen soldiers, laughing aloud, for no one had managed to knock the man off his feet. (Flash Fiction)

The scarred warrior stood in a field of fallen soldiers, laughing aloud. For hours now, no one had managed to knock the peerless fighter off his feet. A treacherous soldier stood beside him, showering him with bootlicking flattery.

"What shall we do?" The soldiers wailed.

"Catch your breaths." The warrior sneered. His admirer handed him a glass of wine with his head bowed.

In a matter of seconds he was convulsing on the ground, writhing in agony. The treacherous soldier tossed the empty glass on his face.

Author's Note

Thoughts, impressions, likes, dislikes, criticism, or any commentary is most welcome :)

Reviews

[Toru_Sato1]

Once his Pride got the better of him. His downfall awaited.

[Conjurer]

And the one without a pride is the one who took him down! :)

[Mr. Mills]

Interesting. The way it is worded was, unique. Great, though.

[Conjurer]

Thank you very much! :)
I'd love it if you could elaborate on why it was unique. I'm still perfecting my English writing.

[Mr. Mills]

Using Peerless was very creative throught out the text. I loved it! You're doing well as you are still perfecting you english. :)

[Alexandra W]

What I got from this is that his arrogance led to his deception and his downfall. Definitely short, concise, and well written.

[Conjurer]

I think there are many things here. I especially liked the way the treacherous soldier is truely treacherous, in a surprising way.
Thanks a lot for the review! Much appreciated!