A young man walked down a long stone path surrounded by nothing but trees, he had long white hair that reached down to his shoulders, and he was dragging a sword on the ground. The sword was cutting the stone like butter without anything except gravity pushing it on the ground.
The man had long, silver white hair, his irises were crimson red, and his free hand was balled up into a fist, prepared to strike at any moment. He had many strange features, for instance his white wolf tail and K-9 ears. Now of course in reality that's completely impossible, but this was anything but reality.
He came to an abrupt stop, then, the man lifted the sword from the ground and held it in both hands. He kept an incredibly tight grip around the handle, so tight that it was actually starting to build up heat.
"Get out of the bushes." The man demanded firmly staring at a bush about a yard in front of him.
Instead of his enemy pouncing and still attempting to strike him, she strolled around the bush's with a smirk on her face and her hands in her white coat's pocket. If the man didn't hate every last bone in that woman's body, he, just like most men, would have considered her absolutely gorgeous. She had long, light blonde hair and a perfect complexion.
"Now now, no need to get all shout." The woman said with a soft smile. "Even if I'm about to kill you, we can still be a little civilized about it."
"A child has more of a chance at killing me than you." He replied smirking.
"Why is all you ever say to me is threats insults and demands?" She asked acting totally innocent.. "I never did anything to you, you're just acting like an immature child."
"Are you trying to be funny or are you really this stupid?" He asked with a puzzled frown.
"Just trying to buy a little time." She replied.
"Ah, I see, delaying your death." He said grinning viciously.
"No..." The woman replied while her cheeks became rose red.
The man lowered his sword and stared at her with his jaw dropped. He wasn't entirely sure how to react, sure the two hated one another, but the woman made had made a lot of men drool. But, before he could really say or do anything, she charged at him with incredible speed, so fast it was difficult to even see her movements! Once she was right next to him, she swung her leg in the air with all her might, shutting the mans jaw and nearly crushing the majority of his teeth.
He was literately flung at least a yard straight up in the air, blood from his mouth splattered all across the ground when he landed, and a few of his teeth were lost somewhere in the grass.
"Ah ya fucking cunt!" He barked while he picked himself up.
"Ya know, I didn't even have to tell you a lie and I still deceived you!" The girl said giggling.
"You did to lie! Kicking someone in the face isn't civilized!" The man shouted, swiftly snatching his sword from the ground. "But enough with the talk."
Strangely enough, the man dropped his sword onto the ground, then tightened his fist and put them up.
"You might want to pick up that butter knife you call a sword! You'll need it to last even a few seconds!" She remarked snickering.
The man often became less and less entertained by every person he killed, so, he was trying to make it at least slightly challenging for himself. Using his sword was like using cheat codes on video games, sure it's cool at first, but after five or ten minutes it's just so easy that it's boring. Besides, he wouldn't really need it anyways.
"Well, just because you want to act cool and not use a weapon, that doesn't mean I won't." She replied smirking.
For a moment, he felt that he had absolutely nothing to worry about no matter what weapon she had obtained, after all, he had defeated her in the past. So when she started to walk back behind to the bush to retrieve her tool he didn't bother trying to sneak attack her.
"Hurry up!" He demanded the moment she was out of view.
His heart skipped a beat when she returned into vision carrying two things, a razor sharp sword that looked nearly identical to his own aside from the black blade, and a vicious smile. His eyes darted to his sword now realizing that it was his own hope of survival.
"Too late." She said still holding the vicious smile and life threatening tool.
She used her incredible speed yet again while holding the sword tight between both hands and then swung with all her might, but unfortunately for her she wasn't trained in sword fighting unlike the man who had dedicated many years to training, and without the element of surprise her speed was useless against his, he was moving so fast that it looked as if he was dodging it right before she would even attack him.
The man knew very well wouldn't be able to dodge her forever, eventually she'd get a good swing at him and that's all it would take with a sword like that. So, when she took tried jabbing him in the gut, he moved perfectly to hold the blade between his arm and torso.
"AGH!" He cried out acting as if he had been stabbed.
She tried to jerk the blade out, but he was crushing it between his muscles and body, she watched in horror as her ace in the hole was quickly crushed into a pile of dust. All that was left in her hand... was the handle. She bit her bottom lip and held back the urge to cry.