I watched as Kira slipped her pickaxe in past Grunt's sword, and tapped him lightly on the helm. Grunt laughs and steps back, panting. "You're pretty good Kira." She tosses her hair over her shoulders and laughs. "Pretty good? I'm a little better than pretty good." She then turns over to me and asks "What about you Steve? Want to bout?" I stand up and stammer out "S-sure." I walk over and pick up my axe, blunt the edge and walk into the clearing of trees. Kira raises her pickaxe, and charges forward. Her pick is so fast, I barely see it, but I am able to block it. She swings all around me, and finally flicks my axe out of my hands. I push her pick away and run to grab my axe, but she is right behind me. I grab my axe and turn, but she is already swinging her pick towards me. I know I can't block it, and a strange feeling washes over me. Just as she is about to strike, I'm gone. Somehow, I find myself directly behind her, and I watch as she swings her pick at empty air. She looks at the spot I just was, and stammers "Wh-What just happened?!" I raise my axe slowly, tap her neck softly, and whisper "I win."
Dun dun daaaaaaah!
