There was a big fly on the wall. I mean it was huge. I locked him in and retrieved the swatter. The fly was still there when I returned. I couldn't let it escape, it would wreak havoc. The sight of the swatter didn't even faze it. I grew worried that this monstrous fly would test my swatting skills to the maximum, and so, I prepared for a long and drawn out fight to the death.
And so, with grit and determination, I summoned the courage of my ancestors, and began my attack approach. So nimbly, so cautiously did I make my way towards the villain. I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of the beast. His eyes were like marbles, his wings like the dark feathers of some great carnivorous bird. Such a worthy adversary. I knew my form must be perfect, my strike swift and true.
At last, the moment was upon me, my very life hung in the balance. I drove forward and howled at the beast, my nipples taut from the electricity and sheer terror of the engagement. My aim was true, my foe unwavering, as destiny collided with the present moment in a miracle shower of greatness. My victory was all but assured. Alas, he had died before I could administer the killing blow. It appeared he had landed there to die, and die he did, likely of a little fly stroke.
I peeled him off the wall, and sent him into oblivion. He had crossed into the void long before our paths intertwined. Yet, even in death, he had commanded great fear and respect. I salute you, my winged nemesis.
