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title: Battle to the Death
author: dabri-wolf
pairing: sakuraXsyaoran
Chapter I:
It was clearly going to be a battle to the death as she fought the black dragon. Honey-brown hair whipping against her face as she ducked and dodged the blows that the dragon reined on her. Her light pink fighting garment swayed with her movements as she, once again, crouched low to the ground to avoid a deadly sweep the dragon aimed for her head. It spread its wings and started to take off but a sword suddenly cut into its massive left wing.
"Stand back!" the sword-bearer yelled at her, his green garments moving to his movements, swaying with his sword.
"No, you might get hurt too!" she screamed back as the dragon made a lunge at him. He quickly, gracefully dodged and sent his sword into the dragon's stomach.
"Run!" he yelled, trying to dodge the dragon's angry blows.
"I will not leave you here by yourself," she retorted, gracefully ducking and swerving to avoid being savaged by the agitated black beast.
The dragon roared as once again, a sword cut through the metallic scales of its underbelly. Making another lunge at the cloaked and masked male, it successfully created a deep cut, blood slowly dripping from the wound. He ignored the pain and quickly went to retrieve his sword.
"Wait! You're hurt," she yelled at him as she ran forward.
"No. I said run and don't you dare take another step further," he yelled as he realised that she was coming closer to him. Closer to danger.
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She didn't pay him any heed as she ran towards the fight, sword held out beside her. The black dragon, did not acknowledge her as its focus was still on the male. She saw her chance as the dragon still had its blood red eyes elsewhere, and took a leap at the dragon's underbelly. Her sword, now held firmly in front of her, plunged into the black scales that were stained red with blood. Sliding under the massive body, she twisted the sword while thrusting it in deep into the thick skin of the beast. The dragon roared as pain shot through its body. Focusing its blood red eyes on her, it swiped its hooked claws at her. With her attention elsewhere, she turned around only to see sharp, deadly claws coming towards her face in a deadly sweep. She stood there, a deer in headlights, not able to move so close to death. Death was about to hit her and she couldn't move. Not even her feet. After countless fights, after many near-death experiences, this was what would kill her. A simple lapse of concentration…
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The claws of the dragon were about to hit her when suddenly she was knocked to the ground. The sudden move had left her out of breath and unconscious. The masked sword-bearer fell onto the ground next to her, blood seeping out of his fighting garments and revealed skin was stained red. Shortly after, the massive, black dragon fell forwards onto the cold ground in a little way off from their bodies. The metallic scaled chest moved once then never again. They had killed it.
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She woke later, opening her eyes and seeing the first ray of dawn. She looked next to her and found the brown-haired male, still lying on the ground, unmoving.
"Hey hero, wake up," she whispered, staring at the dried blood on his body. "We made it. The dragon is dead."
She gently shook him.
He didn't stir.
She put her ear to his heart.
There was no response.
There was no beat.
He had died…