“Hahahahaha, you’re so cute on that floor. Do you want help?” a strong opponent leaned over his pray in a menacingly way. Fear built up in the injured ninja as his enemy grew closer to him. Without a second thought he reached out his hands and pulled the masked man into a death grip, trying his hardest to weaken his attacker. “Now that’s what I’m talking about, I was beginning to think I won too easily.” Just as soon as the man was taken down he broke the smallers’ grasp and retreated ten feet back.

“Don’t underestimate your pray to quickly, it might cost you your life.” The frail looking man responded back.

In shock the other laughed “wow, who would have thought a man could have such a beautiful voice, I would love to hear how high it can go when you beg for mercy.” When he man charged the leaves rustling under his feet, making him look like he was floating on top of them. Almost mesmerized, the docile man nearly lost his life to his enemy’s sword. One, two, three, back flips was his only counter. The cut in his side from his injury earlier spluttered as more blood sprung from its entry point.

“Gah!” in pain the man’s legs grew weak, causing him to fall upon the baron grounds, the leaves from autumns end cushioning the blow to a dull ache. Panic grew quickly as he assessed his situation. By tomorrows sunrise he would be dead by blood loss, even worse in minutes he could lose his life to his masked opponent. His vision grew blurry, leaving him only his sense of sound. His enemy was gaining on him, his end was inevitable.

Just before the masked man ended the fight with a sword in his foes gut, the sound of the wind whistling caused him to lose his malice and gain composure. “Looks like you’re in luck, you win this night but the next time we meet, you will die.” The sound of the enemy’s sword being put back in its sheath pierced the air sending chills down the wounded ninjas back. This was only the beginning; one by one his sense began to disappear. Was the enemy there? Did he leave? Who was coming? He didn’t know the answers, he only knew that he was bleeding out and the next time the masked man talked about would never happen.

“Funny, I would have liked to fight you again.” Everything began to go cold; the last thing he could remember was the sound of someone yelling his name from a distance.

“Mireu”