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Moonlight Rhapsodies
They glared at each other. Eyes intense. Faces red and dripping with sweat. One of them armed with two daggers. The other…with two short swords. They both moved stealthily, circling each other with expressions so deep that a bystander would have to look away every few seconds.
The one with the short swords suddenly lunged, but the dagger armed one dodged and jumped out of the way. In his eyes seemed to be an expression of hope and determination. The eyes of the short swords man were cold and icy. Nothing in his actions or appearance betrayed anything other than steel in his personality.
Daggers. The one armed with those straightened himself. His ponytail shining in the moonlight. On his forehead was a head band. It was silky, but mostly soaked in sweat. Perspiration…. He wiped some of the sweat off with the bands on his wrists and fended off another attack from his opponent.
He had to end this swiftly. So, he did so…not on the first try though. His first attempt failed. A short fallback and a high leap from behind did not work. He had jumped back out of the way just in time to narrowly miss a lethal blow to his chest.
The second try… he lunged in. His adversary countered, fully expecting this charge. He was smart. The dagger armed one slipped between the legs of the other and locked arms with the man, forcing the short swords to drop out of his hands. The man strained against the dagger armed one's hold. He finally freed himself, and backed away slowly.
The one armed with daggers stood his ground. "Why are you here? If that was an attempted ambush, you failed."
The other smirked. His eyes glimmered mysteriously. "Hawkeye, that is your name?"
The one armed with daggers frowned. "What would that matter to you?"
"We'll see how the others fare then." With out, the fallen opponent vanished into thin air.
The ninja peered at the ground. The short swords had vanished as well… Who was this man who had challenged him this very night? Why? It wasn't a hallucination. He sighed. "I suppose I should go wash up…"
He nodded to himself, sheathed his daggers, and walked through the desert. The wind blew his hair about, and he followed its breath to his home.
Note: Umm, what do you think? It was something random.