Author's Notes: the story is based of the Online RPG, Ragnarok. Standard Disclaimer applies. Please Read and Review.

BLEED

PROLOGUE

A shrill battle cry sent a rustle of woodland fauna to run for cover as the cacophonous sound of thief's dagger colliding with the wand of a mage echoed through the Geffenian Forest close to Mjolnir.

"Is that all the strength you've got?" the mage drawled, his boredom more pronounced with a stifled yawn, and a jaded look in his amethyst eyes, "No wonder…you put all your energies into screaming that you cant even put a good amount of strength in your attack…"

"What are you saying?" the thief demanded, feeling her grip quiver from the effort she placed in pushing her weapon down on the mage's wand.

"This…"

The mage lowered his wand and sidestepped, letting the thief topple a distance before losing her balance and falling in a cloud of dust.

Coughing, she stood back on her feet, turning to keep her back away from her opponent.

"Arrogant bstard…" she muttered, glaring at his smug face with a look of hatred flushing her face, giving her grey eyes a feral look as she brushed the silver bangs that covered them, "Don't try and escape from me…"

In an instant, she was poised…dagger in hand and ready for attack. The tie of her hair had come unclasped, letting her silver locks billow in the slight breeze that seemed only to conduct the growing current of tension between her and her opponent.

"I'm not through with you yet…" she grinned, lifting her dagger to her face, as though her gaze behind the dagger's edge could gauge the distance between her opponent and herself.

The mage grimaced as he lazily brushed back the strands of cobalt hair from his fore, "bring it on…"

Their unheard heartbeats filled the silence though they never knew; as the blood rushed from within…it triggered the attack.

"You are?" the thief inquired as her grip on the dagger quivered against the force and strength of the mage's hold on his own wand.

The mage grimaced, "My name? Why ask for it?"

Seeming amusement flickered in his eyes, turning them into a lighter hue of amethyst as a smile slowly trailed his lips,

"Perhaps…you've developed an interest in me other than to test my skills?"

"Pay your respects to your opponent…" the thief answered sarcastically, "Especially if you intent to beat him,"

"My name is Zephyr…" he answered, pushing her back with his weapon, "And you are?"

"You'd like to know?" The thief grinned as sweat trickled from her brow, her arms somewhat sore from the effort, "Why? You intend to beat me?"

The mage nodded in response, arrogance displayed with the cock of his head in assent.

"Well, put simply—Yes. I don't enjoy the idea of bleeding to death from your misplaced thrusts,"

With a surge of effort, he pushed—sending her to jump back from him reflexively, allowing him ample time to open the beginnings of a spell. A crackle of magical energy fizzled in the air between them as the thief watched—ready to evade whatever the mage conjured.

"You think I'll let you finish your spell!" the thief muttered, swinging her dagger, "I won't let you…"

"Thief," the mage interrupted, as the aura of magical energy around him grew and crackled more violently, "You've not told me your name yet…"

A low rumbling sound coupled the shaking earth from beneath the thief as peaks of ice cut through the gravel and stone.

"My name then?" she grinned, jumping and evading the sharp tips of the frost driver, ignoring the tears and slight cuts on her suit and body as she lunged at him, taking the time he took to recover from his spell-casting to make an attack.

"I am Vision…" she said as she raised the dagger for a thrust at his neck, "THE LAST YOU'LL EVER SEE! KYAAAAAAAAA!"

Zephyr raised his wand in defense, panting still from the energy drained by his spell casting.

"I won't bet so much on that," said he, meeting her feral gaze, "You'll see more of me, as I shall you…"

As the clash of their weapons met—so did they.

Author's Notes: this part is merely a prologue, on to the next chapter:D