Fencing with Flames
(Soul Calibur)
Disclaimer: I don't own very much, and I certainly don't own Soul Calibur.
Note: Takes place during SCII.
The sound of steel upon steel resonated throughout the halls of the mansion, as the two blades clashed time and time again. Valentine and Flambert collided with one another, sounding another metallic rattle as they were again pushed apart, causing both wielders to reel backwards from force.
Isabella Valentine stepped backward at once, and her blade extended into a whip-like weapon. The right side of her lips curved upwards into an almost sadistic smirk as she brought the whip down upon her opponent twice. The first strike met its mark, and sliced into his shoulder, causing crimson blood to spurt upward in an arc. The second, however, was not so successful. Raphael Sorel smacked it away with the flat side of his rapier, mirroring the smirk as she was left temporarily unguarded – and made a mad dash to where she stood. Working quickly, he knocked the blade from her hands and threw her against the bookshelves, papers raining down upon them and Flambert at her throat.
Breathing heavily, she did not move, and yet he made no move to strike. He merely looked at her, his own breath coming in short puffs against her neck. Blue met Blue and without warning, his head dipped forward and his lips crashed upon hers hard in what she could only perceive as a kiss of death – but only just. In the same brisk manner, he pulled away and thrust Valentine into her hand once more, stepping back from where she stood, stunned.
"You know, you really are beautiful," he said in his usual cold, yet calm manner, "It is indeed a shame I'm going to have to kill you…" he said, taking a bow and resuming a fighting stance.
"You're all talk," she replied, and twirled her sword back into its whip state.
Valentine and Flambert clashed again.