A/N: Another bloodbath! Yay! ^_^
D7 Boy
I hold my ground against him, the career from one. Both of our swords stay locked together and I can see a bead of sweat trickle down his brow as he keeps his ground. I'm not that triumphant though, as I can feel sweat on my face too, and more than just a bead. Just as our two swords do, out two eyes glare at each other, refusing to blink, refusing to think about anything but defeating the other person. No, not person. I can't afford to think like that. It's tribute, the other tribute. And he has to die.
