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survival

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Serana would harshly hit the ground, the blade falling out of her weakened arm. She'd roll over onto her back, getting up almost instantly, reaching for her blade before gaining her stance back. She'd spit out a couple of words.

- ''Shut it and fight Masked-one, I will best you..- Just watch.''

Serana would flip the blade in her hand, dashing towards Kilo again, but this time, she'd jump into the air upon getting close, performing a half-pirouette in mid-air, swinging her blade towards his shoulder with impeccable force. This time, she must succeed.

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A sole tear of sweat would drop down from Serana's forehead as she tightened the grip on her blade and rose up from her knees, breathing heavily in exhaustment. The cold air sent shivers down her spine as a slight breeze passed by. Wearing but a plain pair of jogging pants, boots and A-shirt, she moved her tired crimson gaze up at her opponent.

He was standing there, in complete harmony with his surroundings, glaring on her with his cold crimson eyes from underneath his mask. He was quite far away from her after his last blow, she fell quite far from him. Both standing in the middle of a midnight meadow, their eyes met. Serana held her breath fro the second, focusing on her masked opponent, calculating a mind blowing tactic how to hit him. She dashed off the place, holding the blade vertically towards the ground, sloding down onto the side of her thigh, trying to deliver a low-blow to his knees..-

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((You bet @Kilo ! Make love between Kilo and Serana dramatic aswell. Drama everywhere.))

survival

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((Go ahead.))

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''Kilo..-''

Her eyes would turn glassy until a couple of tears would roll down her cheeks. She'd move her hand up to her face, placing it on Kilo's, stepping closer to him, closing the gap between them.

She'd then wrap her both arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest, sobbing. It wasn't sadness that brought her to tears. It was him. The man she fell in love with the first time their blades met. She'd tighten her grip, sobbing quietly, living for the moment.