So much for so little, so much for a greater gain
Aerrow unsheathed his blades, poised to attack. The Dark Ace laughed mockingly at him and attacked him head on. Blade met blade, sneer met glare, and blue met red in a dazzling display of colour. "You'll never beat me, Dark Ace!" said Aerrow with clenched teeth. Dark Ace laughed, "I've destroyed Sky Knights older and more skilled than you, Aerrow. You will kneel before me as your father once did." Aerrow saw an image of his father, kneeling in a pool of his own blood, with the Dark Ace standing above him, sneering and with his crimson - coloured sword raised above him, ready to strike. Aerrow yelled out in fury and pain, and attacked Dark Ace with everything he had. The Dark Ace held his own for a while, but slowly began to retreat and became more tired and made more mistakes as Aerrow's attack dragged on. Aerrow brought down his blades down on Dark Ace's sword and broke it in three. Dark Ace's face suddenly showed a fear it had never experienced, and he tried to flee. However, when he turned to run, Aerrow stabbed him in the back with one of his blades. Dark Ace yelled in pain, and collapsed to the ground as the blade's hot crystal energy cleaved through his body. Aerrow pulled out his blade and kicked the cyclonian onto his back, so he could stare into his face as he died. "You finally had the guts Aerrow", Dark Ace laughed weakly, "I never thought you'd do it. I never thought I'd see the day you'd willingly kill me." He coughed weakly. "But I won't let you have this victory," he sneered. "Not without losing your own life!" In a moment the Dark Ace pulled out a crystal powered throwing knife, and threw it straight into Aerrow's heart. Aerrow gasped. He looked down at the knife, not believing that it had happened, that he would die. He pulled it out, yelling in pain as he did so. He began to feel dizzy and in a moment he was on the ground. As he began to black out, he could hear the Dark Ace give one more laugh of victory. One more laugh of pride over the pain and grief he had brought to someone, a laugh he had used many times before. Aerrow replied weakly, "It doesn't matter anymore. I defeated you. I finally defeated you. It's over." And with those words two of the greatest swordsmen in the Atmos perished. One who had murdered so many to gain so very little, and one who had given everything he had for the people he cared about. The people he loved.