A clock begun to
tick.
And I charged into
the battlefield.
Leaping feet, sword
in hand and a silent battle cry filling my mind with blasting rage.
I saw her coming
from the other side. Shinning white armor, determined stride, face
painted death.
Overtaken by a
terrible ecstasy, my eyes blazed with glorious hatred, my arms
transformed into weapons of justice. The command had been given. The
enemy was in sight. First blood was about to be drawn.
But then, she
stopped. Right in the middle of the battlefield, she stopped. Idly
staring at me, staring at her own demise.