Elegant Death

In a Once Green Field,

        Delinquent of life due to an overbearing endless forecast of rain, the once tall grass now lay in thick droves, layered upon itself in heaps, hiding deviants that slithered on the ground below. Clouds disguised the landscape in shadow as the sun's brilliant light blade pierced holes in the skyline. Not far off from the open glade could be heard the torrent of a stream. Somewhere in the depths of the forest two demons met to end an ancient grudge.

The Samurai Witch stood over the defeated Warrior who knelt at her feet. Their duel hadn't been long, it had only taken two quick flashes of the Witch's elegant Katana to disarm the Warrior of his brutish double edged long sword.

Kneeling there before her, his head bowed low, chin upon chest, the warrior seemed utterly defeated and resigned to death. The Witch brought her Katana to his belly and from right to left she began to open it with her blade.

When she reached the centre, she turned her blade up and began to slice open his chest cavity. With the swiftness of lightning the Warrior brought his hands to the Witch's blade and clasped it in his palms. With all his might he leaned forward and pushed the katana up into the Witches chest, nearly splitting her face in two in doing so.

Both the Witch and the Warrior would certainly die this day. Though only one would come back to wonder the lands of the living.