Beneath the Wings of Geronimo's Spirit

San Augustino said quietly. Be careful with that blade Robert. You might cut yourself!
San Augustino was rewarded with Robert shouting a fearful battle cry and charging with his saber held high in an anticipated downward thrust!
Gasps of horror could be heard at the display of the ungentlemanly like conduct!
Robert on the other hand, was beginning to become disheartened with what he thought was going to be an easy victory with his surprise attack. He was mentally out of balance because his saber had only cut air and hit the ground! Worse was the sudden realization that he had complexly missed San Augustino and was now lying with his face in the mud!
Robert immediately jumped up screaming in frustrated anger aided by the feeling of the pain of an imaginary saber blade in his back! Robert knew in his heart that he would have taken advantage of the situation, if the tables had been turned and Augustino had been the one sliding on his face.
Robert neednt have feared, because San Augustino was still standing perfectly poised about ten feet away almost in the same position that he had been standing when Robert had originally charged!
It was almost as if San Augustino had not moved!
Robert suddenly felt a stinging sensation on his chest and looking down was horrified to see a thin red streak that was starting to spread his across his white shirt!
It was the thinnest of cuts and although not very wide looked painfully deep and more importantly, was rapidly bleeding his strength away!