The Duel

[osmose1000]

The sun rose and shone it's golden rays across the plains as a darkened figure could be seen rapidly dodging back and forth. He weaved and bobbed, gracefully avoiding the slices of an imaginary opponent. He backflipped, rolled to his right, and dived forward, kicked to his left as he did. He shifted, swept his right leg around, and while still spinning, pushed himself upward to heel-kick the space above where his leg had swept a moment earlier.The figure stopped, sat down, and rested. The tournament was coming up, but there was only one he was interested in fighting. He would be sure to face his prey, and when that moment came... he would destroy them.Moose got up and unsheathed his sword. A few slices and he felled a nearby tree. A few more and the tree was chopped into firewood. He slid his sword back into it's holster and started to gather the clean cut wood.Back at the cabin, Moose piled the firewood on the side of the building and walked to a nearby stream. He splashed the water on his tired and dirty face. He stared back into the water at the pitch black face and the glowing yellow spotlight eyes. He saw the hunger for victory within the light his eyes eminated. He was ready. How do we prove that we exist? Maybe we don't exist... Ramza(Vivi) FFIX

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