Two shadows dashed across the field, they were mere flickers of figures. Wielders of the sword, fighting each other to gain an edge.
Occasionally petals of a cherry blossom would appear, only to be scattered. Like leaves at the mercy of the wind. Uyana's determination to win was commendable. For few can come close to matching it. Sadly her adversary far outmatched her. His attacks deadly, his defense flawless.
When faced with absolute power humanity's first instinct is to flee. The natural feeling overtaking one's consciousness. As the body does its best to save itself.
This natural instinct is hard to fight against, despite what many would claim. It stems from the fear of helplessness. Fear of death.
Many wouldn't want to fight this instinct. Why charge straight ahead towards their death? A foolish decision, is it not?
Of course it is, the real world isn't some fantasy book. There are no heroes, only life and death.
