There was Sima Yi, face to face with Zhuge Liang, his nemesis in battle for so many years. Their slim, mature eyes glared with bitterness at one another.
"What's wrong, Kong Ming? Too cowardly to face me? It must be un-matured ageing you've been going through," shot Sima Yi.
"Could you stop your egoism for but a moment so that I may show you how a real warrior fights?" countered Zhuge Liang. Menacing laughter vibrated
through Sima Yi's throat, commanding a small horde of officers on horseback to attack.
"My skillfulness and preparations shall be no match for an imbecile. You may die now, Zhuge Liang, for I should imagine the terrible dishonor you
must be to your people."
Anger shot like an arrow through his veins, tinting his pale skin red. He felt his feet sinking into the ground as he began sprinting towards the first
officer he was to defeat. Although not as adept on the battlefield as many, he had managed to instill enough fear in the officers that they had
retreated with the threat-coated promise of returning. Zhuge Liang breathed heavily, worn by both age and lack of stamina. His lungs felt as if they
might collapse, yet with an entire kingdom partially on his shoulders, he couldn't back down, even by death he would fight in an afterlife. Zhuge Liang
felt rather disheartened, as if he had lost already. He had made a fool out of himself in front of Sima Yi. Surely, he could see the lack of practice in
Kong Ming's fighting skills.
"Very well, you have danced around the first wave, but now, I will be your competitor."