Quill 2: First sight

"Touché!" The referee called out. "Hey, this guy is pretty good." Some one murmured next to Bretete. "Of course he is!" Bretete exclaimed to the person in question.

"These pekoponians are barely a challenge." Cyrara thought to himself, "Is that the last contender?" he asked the referee. The referee looked around and to his surprise, saw that there wasn't anyone left "Why, I do believe you won!" The referee said awestruck. He composed himself and announced to the crowd, "and now everyone, the final match!"

Cyrara readied himself as Miyashi Motomusa entered. They both saluted to each other and to the referee. Then they began. This Miyashi is finally somewhat of a challenge! Cyrara thought as he stepped back narrowly avoiding the tip of the épée. "Do you mind if I compose any form of a poem?" He asked his opponent. Miyashi blocked Cyrara's thrust, "An odd request but, sure." Miyashi said. "All righty then," Cyrara parried and thrust again but Miyashi dodged the thrust, "Since this is japan, I shall compose not a ballad, but a haiku!"

"By the end of this haiku," Cyrara announced to the crowd, "I shall defeat my opponent with a final hit!" This comment made the audience (if possible) more alert. "A haiku is very short," Miyashi noted as he sidestepped Cyrara's lunge, "lets see if you can actually accomplish your goal!"

"A challenge within a challenge…" Cyrara mused, "well now, I shall begin!" The two fencers thrusts and parries were so fast that the audience could hardly keep up.

" Swiftly thrust épées

To feint or not to feint now?

The last thrust I win! "

Cyrara charged in on the last line. Miyashi rushed in also and at the last moment, Cyrara changed directions and there were the sounds of the épées hitting. All was silent for a few moments until some one asked, "…Who won?"

The referee called for a photo and scrutinized it. After a few suspenseful minutes, he finally announced the winner. "Touché!" Everyone gasped. "Haha! I knew it!" Bretete pumped his fist in the air in triumph. Cyrara bowed and shook hands with Miyashi. "I'm impressed," Miyashi acknowledged, "Where are you from?"

"Oh, around." Cyrara said vaguely.

A girl from the crowd came up to Cyrara. "That was fantastic!" She giggled and disappeared back in to the crowd her golden-blond hair bouncing behind her.

Cyrara attempted to follow her but everyone that was there came over to congratulate him.

"That was great! You beat the number one pekopon!" Bretete clapped Cyrara on the back. They were walking back to their home home. The crowd had been long gone and Cyrara didn't want to stay long after that.

"That girl…Le Bretete, do you know who she was?"

"Girl, Cyrara? There were many girls there."

"The one with the golden-hair."

"I think she's called Roxane. I heard one of her friends call her that."

"Roxane…What a lovely name."

"Don't tell me you're in love Cyrara!" Bretete pressed him to talk more. Cyrara sighed.

"Ah, but she is a Pekopon. And I… I'm a keronian." Cyrara groaned.

"You just beat the number one fencer in japan! Cheer up Cyrara. She said you did great! Just tell her that you like her!"

"It-It's not that simple!" Cyrara said turning red, "Roxane's a pekopon and she might not like it if she found out that I'm an alien, an invading one at that."

"Well, you could ask- hey! I know! You could ask if the other platoon on here if they know of something!" Bretete suggested.

"Ah! That's true! The address! The address is on the table at the house! Oh, Roxane!" Cyrara started to run home with Bretete close behind.