The Line
Eyes blazing with anger, and the misery of defeat, Wufei cursed himself for succumbing and losing to the General of OZ.
The man, resplendent in his blue and gold braided uniform of OZ, regarded him with amusement. Wufei's fists curled up at the lazy, indolent look in the man's eye, but he did not lunge forward, aware of the razor sharp sword pointed at his flesh.
It had been perhaps foolish, but honourable to lunge out of his Gundam to kill this man. Wufei, spurred on by some sense of justice, had wanted to the spill the man's blood with his own hands.
He swallowed, watching the other man intensely, waiting for a moment when the man would relax and leave him to have a weakness. But no, the man's stance was perfect, leaving no room for openings of attack.
Sensing rather than seeing the subordinates enter, made him lower his head slightly. Their entrance spelled his defeat even further, a quick glance to the left and right confirmed that they were mere pawns and that he could easily counter any attacks that they could offer.
A snarl formed at his lips as he leapt back away from the sword pointed at him. A swift kick to a soldier secured him a gun and he shot two other soldiers, blood splattering on his shirt, before rolling on the ground and swinging the gun to be directed at the OZ General.
The man's expression didn't change, only grew more amused, as he had watched and let Wufei gain some control. "I was going to free you, let you go, for another battle," the man shook his head, "Perhaps you do have some worth."
Wufei stood up, eyes never leaving the General, the gun in his hand never wavering from it's position. "I will shoot you."
"You didn't defeat me. Are you strong at all?" The General murmured.
The muscles in his arm twitched and his eyes opened in slight surprise. "I - I will kill you."
A reddish brow was raised, and the General eyes lit up with a stronger emotion than he had shown before. "Then shoot me."
"You seek death, then." Wufei muttered, hands clenching sporadically on the gun.
It would have been easy, to raise the gun and point it at the man's chest and fire. To watch the blood flow on the tainted uniform, to see justice.
It would not bring honour however.
Deliberately turning, Wufei bent down and placed the gun on the ground. "Until next time then," he murmured.
"Yes," said the General.
Hot, burning racing across his side. He groaned, clutching at his side, turning to face the General, his hand reaching for the gun with creeping fingers.
A woman stood there, her braids pulled strongly away from a stern and cruel face. "Gundam pilot…" She spat, her tone full of disgust.
Wufei raised his arm, the two red and blue figures blurring and intermingling, as he struggled to focus.
Another gunshot. The gun slipped between Wufei's loose fingers.
As his vision faded, he heard the woman gasp as she fell to the ground in shock and the blood from the General mixed with his own.