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The sleek metal

Sharpness screaming from it

As it is unsheathed slowly



All reason and ration vanishes from your mind

Just the person and the fight stay

Embedded, burned into your eyes



As I stand aside, anger on my face

Just watching as an audience

I know you can't hear me

I know you can't see me



My lips pursed, I stare, unblinking

Accepting anything, prepared for the worst

My thoughts scream at me

Deafening me, but still I stand

Watching, unmoving



I feel the moonlight reflect off the blade

To my face, but I switch gaze to the other

Ready stands the opponent

And I feel the anger rise up in me

Like bile in my throat



But I just stand, unflinching

As the first move is initialized

And follows the clash of cold metal

But my voices scream, blocking it out

The demons want me to succumb



And ready the sword at my hand

And my eyes narrow

Trying to focus on just them

My eyes dart back and forth

But I can't see them



And my vision is restored

To the warm splash of blood on my cheek and forehead

My sword is instantly out

As the devils keep screeching



I resist them and finally surpress them

Sheathing my sword again

As the fight is brought to a close

I look up at the red moon

And sigh, bringing my hand to my temples



This time, I was lucky

I didn't succumb to the demons wishing my demise

I would have died surely

Not in the right mindset can kill a person



As I wipe the blood off on my sleeve

I close my eyes and talk to the assassin

"Rikku."

She looks up, "Hm? Yuna, Chill."



I clench my teeth,

"You're the one with blood on your hands."

She smiles and wipes her blade clean

As I turn and walk away, mumbling

"And next time, don't get blood on me."