The Raven and The Wolf [discontinued]

When Glass Breaks

They always say hell is hot.

  That every sinner burns.

  And yet, he was always so cold.

  Ranboo shifted his feet, his eyes tearing into Dream.

He appeared calm and collected, determination burning fires in his eyes.

But his appearance betrayed his mind.

Despite his words, despite the claims of him no longer being scared. Ranboo was terrified.

Each breath almost hurt, his hand curled tightly around the handle of the tiny dagger.

He was outmatched, not only did Dream have about eleven years of experience on him, Ranboo had nothing but the tiny dagger that looked more like a kitchen knife than a real weapon, while Dream had his sword.

Ranboo's eyes traced the blade. Small charms were connected to the handle, three looked like flowers, an allium, an iris, and a wither rose. A set of symbols were carved into the purple blade, they looked strangely familiar.

  The music that hummed in the background stopped.

  Now that silence filled the room, Ranboo realized how terrified he actually was.

  There was some truth to his words when he had told Dream he wasn't scared of him, he wasn't scared of Dreams taunts or his words anymore.

  But, he was scared of what he held in his hand. He knew Dream could hurt him easily if he wanted to, or kill him in a matter of seconds. And considering what Ranboo had said and Dream's reaction, Ranboo didn't think he had the protection of Dream having incentive to not hurt Ranboo anymore.

  "Ranboo, drop the dagger, I don't want to hurt you, " Dream broke the silence, his voice calm and rational.

  Ranboo didn't reply, he tightened his grip, wrinkling his nose.

  "We could be friends Ranboo, just please talk to me, it doesn't need to be like this."

  Friends? Friends! After everything he did, he wants to be friends? Ranboo curled his lip back in disgust. That was it.

  Ranboo kicked off the ground, springing forward and catching Dream off guard.

  Dream flung his sword up, blocking Ranboo's strike. He drug it downward, causing Ranboo to stumble forward.

  Ranboo quickly snapped back up, spinning around and nicking the side of Dream's face. The wound was shallow, barely bleeding, it didn't even seem to phase the masked man.

  Dream stood his ground, holding his sword in front of his chest, clearly waiting for Ranboo to strike again so he could block once more.

  At least Ranboo had the comfort of knowing Dream still had reason to not hurt him. Still, it didn't mean he was safe, Ranboo had seen how Dream gets carried away firsthand when he had lost his first life to the Dremon.

Ranboo stood still for a moment, plotting his next move before he sprung forward again.

His blade never met skin as it was swiftly blocked, Dream caught his sword on the handle of Ranboo's dagger.

Twisting the sword around he threw the dagger from Ranboo's hand and cut deep into the side of Ranboo's hand.

A metallic thud rang through the room as the small dagger met the wooden floor, Ranboo recoiled back, clutching his hand, he whimpered in pain as warm blood gushed from the wound.

He was reminded of the fight at hand by his arm being pinned behind his back. Ranboo pulled away, trying to free himself to no avail.

  Pressed up against a wall, his left hand in too much pain for him to use.

  "Calm down!" Dream yelled, Ranboo didn't know how to describe the tone of his voice, it wasn't mad, more pleading than anything else.

  Ranboo shook the thought away, he threw his elbow back. Hitting Dream in the gut and causing him to lose his grip and stumble backward.

  Ranboo spun around, blindly swinging his arm at Dream's face. His lower hand and wrist met the side of Dream's head.

Causing Dream to step back, a soft thump rang in Ranboo's ears as he scrambled to snatch his dagger up off the floor.

Scooping it up he spun back around, once again facing Dream. He glared at him as he struggled to regain his posture.

Dream snapped his head up, his green eyes tore into Ranboo. Ranboo realized in the process of his blind swings he had knocked Dream's mask off.

Ranboo's breathing was heavy, each breath hurt, the gash on his hand ached as he clutched to the bloodied dagger in his non-dominant hand.

Blood ran down Dream's face, staining his hoodie and the wooden floor. Dream winced in pain and he stood still, waiting for Ranboo to make another move.

Ranboo ran every possibility through his head. Nearly everyone involved Ranboo losing this fight horribly. He had been doing decently so far, but he was sure that was because Dream practically refused to fight back. If he suddenly decided, "screw it" Ranboo would be dead before he even realized what had happened.

One thing Ranboo knew for sure though was that he needed to win this. If he won then they were one step closed to killing Dream for good, he'd be on one life, if they killed him, then it would be all over. But if he lost... Ranboo shook the thought away. He wouldn't lose. He couldn't lose.

He lunged forward yet again. Dream threw his sword up once more. Ranboo swung, blade met blade.

Dream pressed down on his sword, pushing it downward and with it Ranboo's blade as well. Ranboo abruptly pulled his dagger away, causing Dream (who had been putting a lot of pressure onto his sword) to stagger forward, nearly falling before regaining posture.

Ranboo took advantage of the moment, catching the handle on Dream's sword with the tip of his blade. He flung the sword out of Dream's hand.

Ranboo stepped backward to avoid any attempted strikes from Dream.

Dream stared blankly at Ranboo, his eyes seemed to pierce Ranboo's skin. This time, it was Dream who lurched forward, causing Ranboo to panic.

He threw his arm up to block any attack directed at him. Before he could process what was happening, a sharp pain shot through his body.

Ranboo looked down to see blood staining his hoodie, Dream's hand firmly grasped his wrist. He had directed Ranboo's own weapon at him, slashing into the side of his abdomen.

Dream let go of Ranboo's wrist, stepping back as if he regretted it. Ranboo dropped the dagger. He clutched the wound, it was clearly very deep, not too long though, it was the amount of blood that panicked Ranboo.

It didn't hurt too much, the adrenaline of the moment blocked out the pain.

He clenched his jaw tight as he looked back up, his eyes set on one object.

You have to finish this Ranboo, he thought to himself. Trying his best to ignore his injuries he ran forward.

Nearly falling as he grabbed the sword off the ground.

He whipped around, his blood-covered hands curled tightly around the handle.

He lunged forward, bringing the dark blade down.

Silence filled the small house.

Nothing but the sound of two shakey breathes, synced with each other broke the silence.

It was over.
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Word Count-1207

God, I hate writing fight scenes, sorry it was shit guys :']