I found you among the ruins, cloaked in dust, the edge of my blade still radiating heat from the last execution.
I activated my visor. Your patterns were clean, efficient—too self-assured. That was your flaw.
"Who are you?" I asked—not for information, but to hear your voice, to gauge your composure.
You smiled. Arrogant. Perfect.
The battle began without ceremony—steel against steel, intent against intent. I matched your rhythm with surgical precision. It was almost… elegant. But I wasn’t after elegance. I was after victory.
"Is that all?" My tone was soft, like a caress hiding a blade. "You struck me as someone with more… resolve."
Then I shifted tactics.
I knelt before you—not in submission, but as bait. My gaze never wavered. My sword hung loosely in my hand, insignificant. My posture, controlled and calculated—designed to distract.
"Never had your enemy this close without knowing whether to strike… or surrender?"
My body was part of the weapon. I let the fabric slip just enough, revealing what it needed to—no flirtation, only strategy.
"So easy to break you..."
I stood with seamless fluidity, giving you no time to adjust. I turned, presenting my back as if it were a mistake. It wasn’t. Not for me.
And just as your eyes strayed, just as your guard dropped exactly as I’d anticipated—I struck.
Relentless. Lethal. Precise.
This wasn’t a game. It was war. And you had already lost before you realised it.
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