AN: I'm so sorry that I took so long to update! And I know that this is a really terrible chapter and that it's really short. This is the first ever fight scene I've written, and I hope it's good enough! School is terrible and this is a major year for me, so I won't be updating all that often, and chapters won't be that long. I also realize that writing in first person is very hard, maybe even too hard for me. I might switch to 3rd person from now on, but we'll see! Please give me feedback and reviews so that I can improve and so that I'll know people like my story!

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CHAOS, ASSASSINS AND GODS
Chapter 2:
The Fight

I quickly drop into a low crouch, my twin daggers already unsheathed and held in my hands. I am determined to win this match. I will not lose no matter what! I could feel the leather grips of my daggers on my palms, worn and smooth. They fit perfectly into my hands, the blades almost like extensions to my own body. I'm ready.

I inhale deeply, the hot air rushing into my lungs, fuelling my pumping heart. The adrenaline rushing through my veins heightens my senses, and I can see everything clearly, can almost feel the tension in the air as the crowd watched on.

I release the breath in my lungs, and leap forward.

Time slows down, and I feel like I can see the sand that was disturbed by my launch into the air stir and float into the air before settling down again. My feet leave behind a circular impression upon the ground with the force of my leap forward. The beating of my heart drowns out the crowds cheers, and all I can hear is the steady, quick thumping of my own heart in my ears. My eyes focus upon my twin daggers, both of them perfectly balanced and sharpened.

The dagger's blade was about 30cm, and sharpened to a deadly point. Even touching the side of the blade would cause you to bleed profusely already. A full slash or stab would cause a huge amount of damage. The blades had a matte finish, preventing the blades from glinting in the strong sunlight beating down now. The blades were made out of a special black metal apparently, one that didn't shine but looked incredibly deadly. The hilts were wrapped in soft leather, used so often that my palm shape was imprinted upon it.

I shifted the daggers in front of me, holding them in a cross, ready to defend myself if need be. Zaraki just stood there, grinning at me maniacally. Time sped up, and the distance between us was gone in a blink of an eye. I catch the glint of metal swinging down, and the incredibly soft tinkling of bells. At the last moment, I rolled to the side and dashed forward, one dagger raised up to stab straight into his thigh.

Suddenly, I was whacked away from him and I rolled gracefully on the floor before flipping into an upright position. A burning sensation came from the side of my stomach, and I just knew that it was going to bruise later on. Looking back at Zaraki, I understood what happened. He had changed the direction of his swing at the last second, swinging his sword horizontally to hit me away. Luckily he had used the flat of his sword, or it was going to hurt a lot more.

He just stood there, unaffected by my charge. He still had that stupid smile on his face. It was getting annoying.

"That's all you got brat? I've overestimated you."

"Far from it."

He just grinned even wider. What was with this guy? He's fucking insane.

I dash forward, both daggers ready to defend and attack. He runs forward at me, swinging his sword madly in front of him. I could see the wide movements of his sword and I search for the perfect moment, and my muscles tense in preparation. Finally, it arrives and I leap, landing perfectly onto the flat of his blade. He's so surprised he stops moving for a second.

"Nothing to say?"

I grinned at him, before using both daggers to slash a wide, but deep X over his chest. I jump off his blade, stepping on his shoulder to push off and I land silently in a crouch far behind him. I straighten out of my crouch to the wild applause and cheering of the crowd and I scowl. That wasn't a very impressive technique either. I didn't want to kill a war hero, just incapacitate him.

A wild, insane laughter break outs from behind me and I whip around, body tensed in preparation. The crowd's cheering dies down, breaths held in suspense.

"You've actually got it in you. Now I'm going to get serious."

He turns around to face me and the crowd releases a low gasp at the extent of damage. His chest was marked by a huge X made by me, the deep cuts bleeding profusely. The blood leaked out of the cuts, staining his white coat a deep scarlet. He grinned insanely, his sword held loosely by his side.

"Get ready Ichigo, he's coming."

The other voice remained silent, except for a crazy cackling inside my head. Tch. I knew that. I gasped, both daggers held up to defend myself from the sword swinging down. One moment he was there, one moment he was right above me.

I poise both daggers in an X above me, and the sword hits them dead in the centre of the X. The sheer force of the swing makes my arms groan and I'm pressed back into the sand.

Sweat starts pouring out of my pores and my arms start to tremble in exertion. My lungs heave and the muscles in my body feel like they are burning. My eyes lock onto his and he grins at me, his crooked teeth somehow annoying me. I huff in irritation and quickly back away from him.

"Not so strong now eh, squirt?"

I glare daggers at him, the fury welling up from deep within me. I hate people looking down on me. I quickly run forward, my feet pounding on the pure sand. I can see his stupid grin again and it only serves to further annoy me. I would like nothing better than to erase that grin from his face, make him bleed and stain the white sand with the scarlet red of his blood.

"Go get him king. KILL"

Nothing will stop me now. I refuse to back down from such an idiot. I can't be reluctant to kill a war hero like that. If he's a true war hero, he won't die that easily anyway right?

I can feel every muscle in my body tense; feel every part of my body sharply. The twin daggers extension of my arms, the weight and balance perfect in my hands.

Just in front of Zaraki, I quickly drop into a slide, my sandaled feet gliding across the sand. The sharp tip of his sword barely misses my head and my body continues to slide under his outreached hand. In a split second, I quickly stab his right thigh with my dagger and pull it back out. I could feel the resistance of his muscle but it still gave way under my dagger.

My body quickly slides out from beneath him and his right leg collapses under his weight and fast as lightning I get up behind him. I press myself against his back, one dagger held securely at his neck and the other held pointing between his ribs. My head rests on his shoulder in a parody of camaraderie and I can't resist the temptation. My lips right beside his ear; my breath warm against his neck. Through my body pressed against him, I could feel the slight trembles emanating from him.

"Who's the strong one now, eh?"