By: Raevyn

I stand
My shaking fist grasping
The hilt of my sword

I stand
My salty sweat dripping
Stinging the many cuts in my skin

I stand
My energy sapped
Knees weak and shaking

She stands
Blood covered sword in ready position
Held by a sturdy hand

She stands
Injured but a standing
Confident person

She stands
Still aware, still strong
Bloodlust in her gleaming eyes

"You end is near,"
I know she is not lying
The smile on her lips
Her unbent strength

I open my mouth to reply
But no sound came out
I try to make a moved forward
But I stumble upon my own weakness

My legs give and I fall to my knees
One hand in the mud
The other supported by my sword

I could not see the smirk on my adversary's lips
But I could hear her triumphant call
"Now, you die!"

One eye swollen shut
The other blurred by tears
I hear her sword rise
Her steps loud through the mud

My hand on the ground clenched
There was nothing I could do
No strength remained

But
I found a spark
Small, but enough
I know I'm not to survive
But neither will she

Before her cold steel penetrated my chest
I lifted my sword from the mud
And buried it in the chest of my adversary

We both fell heavily for the last time
Our swords calling the God of Death

In our last moment we looked upon each other
"Bitch," she murmured with her final breath
Blood trickling from her mouth
I gave a weak and sad smile
"Touché."