AHAHAHA. Two in one day! I feel AWESOME.
While looking for a K word I saw "Knightly" and immediately thought "YES! YES! So happening!" and it did. I have no regrets! wellmaybejustalittle. XD

K – Knightly – characteristic of a knight; noble, courageous, and generous

Time seems to have stopped; the world seems to be flowing by at a painstakingly slow pace. So far it doesn't seem like what people say though. You know, how when you're dying your life flashes by, but that has yet to happen. No old memories of his family soaring through his mind, fights he's won, fights he's lost, fond past times with his lord, Oyakata-sama, or even the friends he has made through the years. Or, wait, maybe the flashing part is just to make it seem a bit cooler and really it's just you suddenly remembering all the things you've done before you begin thinking about all the amazing things you could have done, could have become. Yukimura crosses his arms at this thought as he continues to fly through the air, having received a rather powerful hit from the enemy.

He was still injured from earlier skirmishes, having not given his body the time to heal, and then was so eager for a brilliant win that he went running into battle fully prepared to topple the leader. This, of course, he went straight for… and failed. He was beaten to a pulp and then flung through the air with a swift hit. It first crossed his mind that the hit was so powerful his mind had become befuddled enough to make him think he was flying at a slow pace, but now he was just most certain that he was at the end of his days. He was a complete disappointment.

A sigh of failure left his mouth as he realized what utter shame he had brought to the name of Takeda. Years of loyalty gone to waist. If he wasn't dying right now he'd surely be scolded and punched across the courtyard back home for being such a disgrace, but then given words of wisdom to help him move on and fight harder. Now he'll be left as a gravestone to be reprimanded for his disgraceful death, with no words of encouragement left for his dead body.

"UNF!" suddenly he was removed from his sad, worrisome, unenlightening dying thoughts as he finally reached the end of his journey. It's not that he up and died though, he just happened to finally fall out of the sky and onto something actually a bit comfy. It wasn't scratchy like grass or hard like rock. He was curious as to what it was he landed on, but he was a little too busy hacking up blood to have a look around.

After a few more coughs he swiped the blood from his lips and peered up towards the sky. He expected to see a brilliant burning sunset blazing into his eyes as a farewell gift from the earth, with a single autumn leaf floating past along the wind to represent his leaving soul—something nicely symbolic to let him die with a peaceful vision in sight. Instead his eyes gazed up into a vainglorious, sparkling white smirk.

"You better not be dying on me, Sanada Yukimura! " the man shouted at him a bit angrily, but with a twinge of laughter in it as though he was amused at the fact that Yukimura had been beaten, or possibly that he had to be saved by, "Masamune-dono?"

The falling Yukimura had fallen right into the arms of Date Masamune, a roaring color of blue as he rode along on his gallant horse that was decked out in its odd attire. Usually Yukimura would be displeased at being saved, but now, as he looked up at the samurai he couldn't help but smile. Past the smug grin was a determined look in the warrior's eye, wind sending his hair flying around his face, and an iconic helmet that any warrior would know. Past this visage was a sunset background not of burning reds and oranges, but the bright sun lighting up the night blue sky which was slowly taking over. The roaring sounds of fighting and death were tuned out by the galloping of a horse and Yukimura's heart beating faster than ever before.