He was fast for a cat pirate.
He moved like a thief in the middle of the night. His stance revealed his full and utter confidence. He held two long curved blades, one which was pointing at me. I could not see the expression he wore, his face covered by a mask. My only way of locating him were his blades, as he was dressed in all black. But I was ready; ready to go for the kill.
Finally, he leaped at me.
Our blades clashed, the sound of steel disturbing the tranquility of the night. He ran into a tree, leaped, and bounced off its trunk to come down on me with an eager pair of blades. I jumped back, the entire forest rotating before me.
My opponent was on his feet the same time as I. We charged, and met in the middle, his vertical swing contacted with my vertical. With my other sword ready, I whirled with my next attack. He flew backwards, twisting like an upside-down top was he was still airborne. He landed on one knee with his arms extended, as if he had come to a show-stopping finale. I took my stance and waited for him to approach. Although he stayed in his current position.
Our poses remained for a seemingly long time.
I made my next attack, charging at a maximum speed. As I approached with my blood-thirsty blades, my opponent's next move had almost caught me off guard.
He soared, high–and so suddenly!–and had not returned to the ground. With my blade extended forward, I scanned the area with my weary eyes and alert mind.
Then he came down, so fast that a small draft came from behind. When I had turned around it was too late. With his arm, rather than his sword, he knocked me to the damp ground where my mouth was an inch shy of meeting with dirt. I rolled onto my back, in time to catch one of his hungry swords coming down for the final blow. I thrust my swords forward to block the attack. Within the tangle of our swords, he took his free blade and proceed to push it through an open gap, point first. I used my swords to close the gap where his sword was arrested by mine.
Only for a moment longer we stayed tangled together.
I used the opportunity to kick him back. He stumbled, but remained on his feet. I he recovered I pulled myself to my feet, then pointed my longer blade at him. He mirrored my stance. All that came after was another silenced moment.
"That is enough," he said finally, before adding a curt, "For now."
I still did not lower my sword. "I'll let you know when it is enough." I leaped at him as he waited.
Our swords clashed once more.
As we stood, trying to overpower the other, he yawned. "I grow tired of this petty game of ours…" he withdrew and sheathed his swords, turning his back to me.
Where the moon's beauty was not blocked by trees was where his gaze rested. Behind him, I stood with my unsheathed blades.
I crept towards him with a ready blade all too eager to remove his head. As I was bringing my sword to my adversary's neck, he extracted his right blade to halt mine.
"Have I mentioned that I would purchase drinks for us?" I did not reply. He pushed my sword back with his own. I merely stepped away, reluctantly accepting the stalemate.
His gaze shifted to me over his shoulder. "Come, we travel to a nearby tavern and call it a night. I am rather thirsty tonight… Tomorrow I will kill you. I promise."
"Or you can sleep with one eye opened tonight, and pray that I don't find you."
"Unlikely, but it is done."
Oddly enough, we accompanied each other to a tavern nearby.