In Silence We Fight

In Silence We Will Fight


“This is it. There's no turning back for me. It's him, or it's me. I can make one mistake, can't underestimate him, and the one thing to hope for is that he is underestimating me. Don't touch your sword yet, let him be the first. Yea that's it he's too much in a rush, he scared. Look at him drawing his weapon. He has already thought steps ahead or he's gonna fight me by the grace of the winds of pure fate. Careful like I said don't overestimate, he must know what I'm going to do by now; the thing is I know what he's thinking as well.”
But on the other side of the sands.
“He's so foolish. That's his weakness lack of timing. He waits too long for the moment to strike. That's what you have to take advantage of. Don't attack yet but draw your sword, be ready before him. Having my weapon in my hand first will be the first advancement. I have to be quick he is too much an opponent with too much skill for take for granted. Never take for granted another opponent's skill. Never be so proud that you forget that you are not perfect as well.
The two warriors stand face to face about fifteen yards apart. Far enough to be able to fall back in enough time if one of them suddenly attacks, but close enough for both of them to see the lines on their faces, the lines of concern, concern for each others actions and next move. The silence between them begins to become louder and more apparent.
“Now. Draw your sword now. Enough is enough. The time has come. The end has come. I draw my sword. I see it. I see it in his face his just as ready as I am. How can I win? How can he win? We both have just as much drive for the same thing. At that is to survive. That's all it really boils down is; is my life more important than his? Or is it not about importance, is it how far we are willing to go”
“Finally. He has drawn his sword. Finally this is about to begin. From here on out every second, every other passing second will be the most important second of my entire pathetic excuse for a life. But it's still my life none-the-less. Who is he to decide that he suddenly he has the power to choose the fate of my life. At lass, what is this that crosses my mind. Is it a sign of confusion about why I am in this mess. For who's to say that I have the power to decide his fate.”
“What's this he's trying to pull. A trick. Why does he have that look on his face. A look that he's letting his guard down. Why? That's exactly what he wants me to think, he wants me to underestimate him. This is it. Be careful. Watch out for this, but this is the moment, I know it. One, two, NOW!
If you had blinked at that exact moment you would have missed it. With one swift motion the warrior drew his sword, and with as little steps as possible pounced on the other warrior just paces away.
“Oh no. Here he comes. What am I going to do? I have no time to answer that. Stupid you're wasting time. Shit. Do something. Do something! What?! Alright This is what you have to do. Draw your sword. His first attack will be for my kill so this is important. Ready? Ready.”
The battle begins. The sound of the iron of the sword clashing together harmonizes with the waves crashing besides them. Again and again. Each taking their turn on the offensive. Each be calculative on not only their move but on each others. Warriors have no fences in their fighting; everywhere is fair game. Every tactic every trick they have learn they use. Using all their physical force as well as all their wisdom and knowledge. By the looks of the fight you could tell both of them were worthy opponents for each other. They are more inside of the others head than there are in their own.
“Stay confident. You him.”
“Stay with him, don't lose the momentum”
With a decisive act and probably with a good deal off luck on his side one of the warriors knocks the other feet which causes the warrior to tumble to the ground. The time has come for the kill.
“This is it. It's finally over. I can live in peace. This part of my destiny will soon be over. Wait there's that feeling again.”
“He's got me. At least I can say I tried. At least I can say I fell fighting, with a sword in my hand, but wait there's that look again. What's he doing, why hasn't he finished me.”
“Is it my destiny to put another life to an end. That can be no ones destiny. That is something that only fate can decide, such a decision is not meant to be made by a human. A human is not wise enough, but what can I do, he'll kill me if I don't. It doesn't matter. A man's dignity is worth much more than the extent of his life.”
With the warrior on the ground with the tip of the others blade just poking at his throat. If the blade moved not even an inch it would pierce his skin and send him into a bleed that would and this moment in time for good. A blade; a simple blade made of metal has now partial power in deciding the warriors fate.
“I can't do it. But finally the last moments of this line of fate has come with unexpected results. I now have a new option. An option that my eyes had not been open to before. The option to end this feud with peace. That is if that option is open to my fellow warrior. Okay let's do this. Put your sword down.”
Almost comes to a surprise to both warrior the blade that has so much power is brought away from a lethal position. The warrior with the blade raises it. The blade drops. The warrior, just dropping the blade makes no look of regret. Nods at his fellow opponent. With a sense of understanding the disabled warrior nods back not in gratitude for his life being spared but for being the one to end the feud the way it was always meant to be ended. With peace. As with a story that could end in no other way, the two warriors walking in separate directions have only one thought in their mind-
“Hope you have a good life”