- If nothing else, don't write fanfiction for how much of a kick in the dick fight scenes are to describe. -

"Shepherds! Pull back! Stay out of the flames, Say'ri and I can handle Yen'fay!"

Robin was shouting orders to his comrades. They fell back to the safety of the shrinking amount of solid ground. Robin was killing of the last of the soldiers in the area, narrowly dodging lava plumes, as Say'ri slowly approached her brother.

Yen'fay was waiting for her, completely unfazed by the laval around him, his sword still sheathed at his side. Say'ri, however, was enraged. She had a scar on her face from the many battles she had fought to reach him, and her killing edge was still stained with the blood of the enemies she had befallen. Once she was about ten feet away from him, she held her sword in front of her in a combat position.

She spoke up to him, and said "Brother. I won't ask you why... We are well beyond that point now. I will speak it plain: I cannot forgive you, and neither can I let you live."

Yen'fay looked her directly in the eye, and calmly said to her over the roaring sound of the lava around them "I've asked you for nothing, Sister, least of all your forgiveness."

Say'ri was furious. She yelled at her brother, completely enraged, "But you will have my justice, like it or no! You, who stood by in silence while everyone around you suffered! While villages were razed and fields burned, you watched but said nothing... When father and mother were murdered—you said nothing! Nothing, before you ran to the arms of the one man responsible for all of it! Your silence was deafening. Maddening. Even now...have you nothing to say?!"

He didn't speak. He couldn't even think of what to say.

Say'ri's patience had run out. She wanted nothing more than to make her brother see vengeance. "Damn you, Yen'fay! Then I will make your sword answer for you! Draw your blade, and let it sing your final words!"

Yen'fay listened to her, and finally presented a brilliant, golden blade that split off the sides into six razor sharp branches. It was a famous artifact of Chon'sin, but it had been tempered and reforged to be usable in combat again. It further infuriated Say'ri to see him defile such a sacred ornament.

She charged at him, putting all of her muscle into her strikes, desperately trying to land a hit. Yen'fay, however, was only defending, showing incredible focus as he blocked every one of his sister's strikes. He was incredibly calm and collected, the exact opposite of Say'ri, who's looked as if her very eyes were on fire.

Yen'fay continued to defend, until Say'ri held her blade and asked "What are you doing? Will you not aim to strike back? Are you testing me? Or are you trying to tire me out so I make an easier target? It will not work, for I will not strike again until you take an offensive position! there's no hope in attacking a swordsman who won't fight back. You're the one who taught me that, remember?!"

Yen'fay's face twitched slightly at this remark, and then he moved to attack. He was stronger than Say'ri, and the teeth of his blade called for unusual technique. Say'ri managed to block and dodge his attacks, but eventually one of the blade's branches hit her side. The cut was about an inch deep, and just under five inches long, but Say'ri hardly twitched when the blade landed. Yen'fay stopped for a second, and for the first time that battle wore a look of surprise, almost like a smile, at Say'ri's endurance.

It was during this pause that Yen'fay heard something behind him. He turned around just as Robin was making a huge vertical strike with his levin sword. Yen'fay blocked it, but Say'ri took this opportunity to charge at her brother. He knocked Robin's sword away, and turned to face her. But he was too slow; just as he turned to block her strike, she had impaled the entire length of her blade into his core.

"Say'ri... You have grown...so strong…" He muttered.

"...Do...do you mock me?" Say'ri asked, "I have seen your best swordplay...that was not it. You went easy on me...but why?"

"What I could not tell you in life... I say with my death…"

"But, Yen'fay…"

"You have found...strong comrades... I no longer need fear for you... ...I die...in peace…"He said with his final breaths.

"Yen'fay, wait! What do you mean? Why?! Don't leave me with more silence—not this time! Yen'fay!"

Robin placed his hands on Say'ri's shoulders and said "Say'ri, we have to get out of here, the ground is ready to collapse beneath us!"

She got up, but not before picking up her brother's blade and observing the blood stain where he had landed a strike on her. Then they both ran back to the rest of the shepherds, and they all made their escape. Say'ri's head was swimming with questions about her brother, all of which would be answered shortly after the battle.