A drop of sweat fell to the ground,

Accompanied with the sound of my laughter,

Echoing around the trees.

He missed again.

Our swords of bronze glinted in the sun,

Dancing along to our shallow, but quickly in taken breaths.

I side-stepped my way out of his slash,

And swung my weapon at his open arm.

The blade met the skin and left a scarlet line.

He ignored it and pursued me further.

I easily blocked his curve to my head

And kicked his stomach.

He fell to the ground.

"I told you. You could never beat me."

I walked over to him,

Rested my foot on his chest

And struck a heroic pose.

But, I don't remember falling onto his chest and blushing madly.

However, I do remember how I was going to kill him later for it.