Chapter 10: Swords Clash on the Surface

Oh look, another update. I have to confess, the past few chapters were supposed to be all one chapter, but I wanted to give you a cliffhanger. So...HaHaHa...Anyway, here's the other half. I warn you, there is violence, so this one is definitely teen. Anyway, I'll shut up now. Oh, and 19 reviews? I love you guys! I only expected one or two. Thank you to all of you who fav/followed as well!

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Ghirahim's POV

"Fine. If you are so eager for bloodshed, then come at me bro!" The girl challenged, pointing her sword at my chest. I licked my lips. This would be fun; I hadn't spilt anyone's blood in a while.

"Let us fight!" I exclaimed. I let out a deep chuckle, with an anticipating smile. I rolled my shoulders, and my cape swirled away in a flurry of black, red, and yellow diamonds. I would keep it on, but it does tend to get in my way. Besides, it would be a shame to get blood on it. The stuff always tends to leave quite the rusty crimson stain, which would clash with the bright vermillion of the cloth. This was my favorite cloak, after all. I smirked at the girl, and she swallowed, but didn't back down. Instead, she narrowed her blue eyes, which bore into me like two frosty chips of ice. I'll admit, I was slightly impressed.

The girl thrust her sword at me, but the attack was so telegraphed that I could've blocked it in a deep sleep. I caught the sword between my middle and pointer fingers.

"Now Sky Child, if you keep telegraphing your attacks like the novice you are, you'll never land a blow!" I scolded her, wrenching the weapon from her grip. I examined the sword. It looked quite new, with barely a scratch on it, and the blade had not yet become blunted. It was still quite sharp. Not that the condition of the blade had any consequence—she would never manage to strike me. In fact, it proved just how little experience she had in sword fighting. Well, at least with this particular weapon.

"This is quite the sword you have here. Too bad you're not talented enough to use it to its full potential. Sadly, I have no need for it. My swords are much finer than this hunk of metal." I spat, tossing the weapon at here. Her eyes widened, but to my surprise, her fingers closed around the hilt midair. It was almost as if she…expected me to do this.

I didn't have long to dwell on this thought, for she lunged at me again. This time, the girl swung her sword to my right side. I lifted my hand to block the attack again, but at the last second, the girl shifted direction. The blade cut to the left, leaving a nasty gash on my chest. Ruby lifeblood blossomed out of the wound and ripped clothing, sending searing pain through my side. I snarled. The little imbecile dared damage my perfect skin?

The strike left me off balance, giving her a chance to strike me a few more times. It was all I could do to avoid wincing in pain. This child was putting up more of a fight than I had originally expected. No matter, I would just have to change my tactics.

I smirked, and swiped my tongue over my lips again. With a snap, I summoned my long black rapier. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers, and she backed up slowly. I hunched my back, lowered my head, and dashed towards her with my sword clutched tightly in my grip. She jumped to the side, tumbling into the grass. I towered above her as she lay terrified on the ground. She really was small. I almost felt guilty. But, no, I didn't.

As I swung my sword at the girl, she rolled out from underneath the blade. She picked up a small, rotting branch, and used it to block my next blow. She stood up, breathing hard. I swung my sword once again. She gasped, and raised her log. My sword lodged itself in the bark. I growled, struggling to yank it free. The girl made a face, pulling on the log. She twisted the branch, and my sword ripped free, sending me stumbling a few feet. She took the opportunity to bash the wood into my stomach. The impact knocked the breath out of me, and left me vulnerable.

The girl swung her sword, and caught me on the right leg, just above the knee. I clenched me teeth at the stinging wound. I shook off the pain, and, with a roar of fury, I swung my sword at her. The blow struck her on the shoulder. She gasped in pain, and dropped the branch to clutch her fresh cut. I beamed with pleasure, and licked the blood off my sword. I had to clean it, did I not?

She looked at me in disgust, and then shivered. I smirked—there was nothing better than the mortified look on the face of a victim. However, my actions seemed to anger her further. Her eyes blazed with fury, and she darted forward. Her sword was a blur as it stabbed me in the side, just right of my belly. She didn't stab the sword in deep, but it still hurt terribly. I stared at the girl in shock. She didn't seem capable of such an aggressive strike. Most of her blows seemed unsure; as if she was wary of actually hurting me. A horrified look crossed her face as she realized what she had just done. She quickly pulled out her sword as her face turned pale.

I pressed a hand onto the wound, and was surprised by how fast my fingers were coated with rosy blood. Fear flashed through me briefly. I hadn't met an enemy like her for some time. I quickly dismissed the thought. She had just had some easy blows. My fighting was sloppy, and gave her plenty of windows of opportunity. I was just going easy on her. A starry-eyed resident of Skyloft was no match for my true skill. I teleported several yards back. With a snap, I summoned a dozen red, glowing knives. They hung in the air, waiting for my signal. I flicked my hand towards the pesky child, and they obediently soared at her. The girl reacted quickly, swinging her sword in an ark, and sending the enchanted daggers back at me. I managed to dodge most of them, but one caught me underneath the eye. My hand darted to my face, and upon pulling back, I saw blood.

"Enough," I commanded, wiping a few beads of blood from my face. Continuing to fight was pointless. I was getting nowhere. It was like every time I attacked, she knew exactly what I was about to do, and how to counter it. I painted a forced smile on my face. "You have proven yourself to be a more formidable foe than I had originally expected. But your skills are still lacking. The only reason you still live is that sword. Still, I am impressed you could go a round with me without being mortally wounded, so I have decided not to kill you. Yet."

Her eyes widened in shock. "So…you're letting me go?" She asked incredulously.

I laughed at the daft guess. "Nonsense, foolish Sky Child. Your meager skills may be of use to me yet. That is why I have decided to make you my new servant."

What? Another cliffhanger? Well um...gotta go bye!