She looked at him again, trying to decide what to do. She closed her eyes and thought. Without opening her eyes, she raised the sword at her side towards him. She swallowed and opened her eyes, taking a deep breath.
Vara frowned at him, glaring. He probably didn't care about her either, she thought about this, maybe he was just one of those normal guys who was out for one thing...
Part of her screamed opposition and the other half rejoiced with newfound anger towards Patroclus. She took a step towards him. He saw that she was not happy, not at all. He saw the anger and hate in her eyes. It was like he was looking at another person totally. He had never seen that side of her.
As he took a step backwards and she took one towards him, he knew he wasn't that safe anymore. 'But wait, I was trained by Achilles- no woman can defeat me- not even her'
Patroclus tried to hide his smile of confidence, knowing it would make her angrier. He raised his sword in her direction. Her face and body showed no premonition of what came.
She quickly brought her sword up to meet his, listening to the metal clank against the other. His hand shook slightly as she swiftly stepped to the side, towards him, he could only see her out of the corner of his eye.
Just as quickly, she kicked both of his ankles with her leg, swiping him off his feet and onto the ground. She walked to the other side of him, giving him the chance to stand, letting him believe he was going to die in honor, in a fight.
She glimpsed around, someone had surely heard this. She looked back to him. Vara knew what he was thinking: something about how Achilles should've taught him about that. Even if he wasn't thinking about that, she sure was going to make him think of that.
"That's one thing Achilles didn't teach you: footwork."
She wore on her face a look proud of this conquest. She watched Patroclus stagger to his feet.
Vara stayed the distance and waited for him to be ready. But then she knew that he would never be ready to die. She took a breath but didn't let it all the way out, stopping halfway.
She stretched her arm out, twisting it towards him. If Achilles hadn't trained him, she would have gotten him on that one. He blocked her blow with difficulty. She was getting serious now.
Vara didn't let him recover before advancing again. She hastily lashed her arm out, exaggerating a blow to him left arm. As he moved his arm to block it, she twisted he arm back, gripping the sword with both hands and moving to his other arm.
When he looked up, he saw that she had her sword beside her. Patroclus felt a sting on his upper right arm. He tilted his head to look and saw blood seeping out of a not so deep cut there.
He looked up at her impressed but at the same time, most annoyed. She meant business now. Patroclus pushed hair out of his eyes and Vara watched him do it. He stepped forwards and when she thrust her arm out to block his hit, he twisted his wrist, ruining her grip on her sword with the flick of his wrist, sending it flying.
He threw his sword off by hers quickly, grabbing her arms, pulling her against him. She didn't fight him; she knew it would be useless.
She didn't like being that close to him. Being able to feel the heat of his flesh and hearing the quick pace of his heart was just too close. He looked down into her eyes, trying to erase the hate and anger he saw in them.
As he slid his arms around her back, tilting his head to kiss her, he saw the glint of shiny metal. Patroclus knew and saw that it was the dagger, moving quickly and without stopping to his throat. He felt it press against his skin at first, and then nothing, like his skin had gone numb.
With it ending, Patroclus dead, she thought, Vara believed her problems were over ...for the moment, that is. Afterall, dead men don't bite.
It is all over...or is it? You decide. Will the story really go on without Patroclus? Review and find out in the next chapter....