Reality Check Please

It all started last october. I was walking home from scholl,alone, as usual. When out of then blue a wrinkley old hag of a bat lady attacks me. I picked up the nearest stick and she landed, I don't know how I did it but my instinct took over and I started to block all of her attempts to scratch and cut me. I was doing pretty well but I could tell I was starting to get tired and slow down. She noticed this to. She knocked me down and I'm just thinking"well crap what do I do now".Then out of the blue,again man am I getting sick of stuff appearing out of the blue, a tall, pale boy with shaggy black hair and goth-ish clothes appears. He then pulls a sword black as midnight out of his belt and attacks the batwoman, that's right batwoman, head on. Now I am thinking shit I am going to die and so is he, but he proved me wrong. He parried and strike and soon eanough she erupted in to a pile of yellow dust

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