Author's Note: Sorry it's been a while, folks. Stupid writer's block. Heheh... Well, I hope you like this chapter!

LIKE HELL I WILL!

By: biacebaolck

Backlash glowered at Emraan. "Who are you?" He gave her a frosty smirk as he balanced her sword point on his paw (or finger).

"Your death sentence." He wielded the blade and it glowed. "And I thank you personally for retrieving my clan's sword for me."

'SHIT!' she cursed inwardly. The stupid one-eared hare knew how to wield the Elemental Blade? Not good...not good at all.

The she-hare bit her lower lip as she barely managed to dodge his attacks that he whipped around at struck at her with ease. While she was putting everything she had to avoid the elements combined in sword thrusts, Emraan was just twisting and shifting his sword's center of gravity around with ease, barely sweating. What to do, what to do.

'The first thing would be to get rid of the sword.' She thought as the sword nearly singed her fur. 'Then maybe I'd have a chance. But…how can I get it away from him? Though it seems impossible…he…has no opening… Not one blasted opening! DAMN IT ALL!'

While she was cursing inwardly in a not-so-friendly and not-so-nice way, Emraan, his clan being known for their always successful and amazing interrogation skills, already had a good idea what she was thinking, based on her dodging and frusterated expression, plus a death glare.

It had only been a good 30 seconds when he had ambushed her and quickly retrieved the sacred Elemental Blade from the scabbard. It wasn't too hard. The female was a thousand years too young to catch up to him. But, he had to admit, her speed was very impressive when she struck a counter attack at him and fazed him, if only one or two seconds. Not even Yuki…was that fast, and that snow-white hare could catch up to 1/100 of his speed. But this young wench was catching up to 30/100. Nearly a third of his speed. Very impressive.

Suddenly, a grin appeared on her lips and Emraan found himself wondering if his first impression of her had been wrong. It appeared as though she had a plan. But what kind of plan? He had gone through his in his head and figured about 200 different ways she could attack, or feign attack to retrieve the blade back. 200 different ways…200 different strategies…

But each one…he reasoned…he could defeat and stop easily. So…what was she planning?

Backlash gripped tightly onto his two paws, but, recovering quickly from his surprise, Emraan twisted them forcefully upwards. To counter, she went along with it, letting go and turning a somersault in mid-air and landing upright. He stumbled suddenly, but quickly regained his footing in time to avoid quick jabs from her.

'I don't believe it!' He thought, his self-esteem vanishing by the bucketful. 'She's…catching up to my speed! At this rate, she'll be an equal match for me and my chances of winning would be 55.517. Impossible!'

Yes, it would've been impossible, had Backlash been a normal hare. But…even IF she wasn't a normal hare but a Torquoi, then Emraan would STILL overpower her, as Ragnarok are better in combat. But since she was Ragnarok AND Torquoi, not to mention having the consciousness of a century-old-or-however-old-she-is old ancestor, who was moody, crazy, insane, and basically unpredictable in combat and knew both the ways of Torquoi and Ragnarok well, then, ok. It would be possible, then. For Backlash and Nocturne combined, of course.

And I've got you all brain-twisted with the previous paragraph. Ain't life grand? After a long writer's block courtesy of MOI, and a loooooong wait, I'm wasting your time here, adding my commentary to the story without even bothering to put it as an A/N. Haha! During the writer's block I have turned evil! MWHAHAHAHA! I shall now TAKE OVER THE WORLD AND YOUR BRAINS!

Nah, not really… But you know you want me to, so I can get good marks and have more time on writing this story, ya know? Bu-ut…NEW RULE, PEEPS (short for PEOPLES)! You don't review, I don't update. Yessiree, it seems I've truly turned evil.

"CAN WE JUST GET BACK TO THE STORY!" Backlash and Emraan yelled rather LOUDLY in unison.

Ahem. No-ow…

'Stupid bitch…' Emraan thought, shaking his head, trying to clear out the ever-annoying voice of the author, who glares at him. 'WAIT A SECOND!' He blocked Backlash's attack. 'Did she just write herself…being called by ME… She just wrote me calling her a BITCH! What kinda loony author is this!'

"KEEP YOUR MIND ON THE STORY, BASTARD!" Backlash yelled.

"Oh yeah!"

"No kidding…" The haremaid rolled her eyes as she continued jabbing at him. They blocked and parried each other's blows standing in silence, not moving an inch. Until Backlash started getting bored, and decided to continue using her strategy by gripping his wrists again and throwing another somersault in the same direction with her increased speed.

Not strong or heavy enough to halt the momentum, the one-eared hare flew into the ground with BAM followed by a sickening CRUNCH when he tried to move. A crater had appeared where he had landed.

Despite his being in this death-risky situation and the bad state of his body, Emraan managed to strain his body to stand upright, paws at ready for speed-striking the female he had earlier vowed to kill. Only to be felled by Backlash's maneuver again.

He tried rolling to the side and getting up and striking, but his being in a well-made and huge sized and well-structured crater made it very difficult. As a result, when he got back up, he was slowed down enough for Backlash to easily land a good twoscore (40) strikes at him.

He got up again, only to be floored by her, AGAIN. Fivescore times (100) Emraan got flung into the ground and made the crater even bigger, before he fell back to the ground, panting hoarsely, his throat raspy and dry.

Curse it all…if he was only as young as he wanted to be, the cursed female would be the one eating dirt!

Backlash retrieved the blade and placed it back in her scabbard, before kneeling down next to Emraan. "Who are you and why did you try to kill me?" She whipped out her dirk and held it to his throat. "If you don't answer, I'll kill you."

He gave a dry laugh, making her insides freeze. "If you kill me, you'll never know. And what makes you so sure I'll tell you?"

She bit her lip and grumbled out a, "Damn you." Getting up, she left him. Carefully, he rolled over and stared dumbly at the sky.

The female had outwitted him, a feat to be boasting about. Perhaps…perhaps…

A slow, genuine, but sad smile made its way to his lips. If you were anybeast, you would think that it suited him more than his usual scowl and big-ego attitude that nobeast could defeat him. He stared at the clouds, drifting lazily along. "If only…" He whispered. "You were alive again, my moon…then maybe I wouldn't have chosen this horrid path to serve Yuki." And with that, he fell into unconsciousness.

Night came quickly and the stars watched as the moon shone its light onto Emraan, healing his wounds. Emraan…I AM alive…you just need to see it in your heart and in the world. The moon whispered, as the sun began to come up and it disappeared into the cover of the sky, the stars along with it. Emraan didn't stir, but his heavy breathing lessened and he slept more easily.