A fear's Victory!

"Who... Who are you? Stay, stay away!" a frightened voice screamed.

"You're one to talk! Why would I? If I did HA..." a cloaked man responded as he steadily held back the blade swung at him with his own, a silver sabre with undecipherable markings etched upon its hilt. "I'd be dead already! Besides... have you any idea how long I've waited for this!" The man fills with anticipation as he lunges forth, but his countenance changed as his blade is brought to an abrupt halt as the hairs on his arms rose, suddenly.

"Stop! I... I... I can't fight! I'm NOT a swordsman! Don't kill me!" as the voice screamed out, a flash of light struck the cloaked man. And though he had sensed it, it was far too late or it should be said he could not respond to its speed.

"I told you! I am no swordsman! Now leave me alone!" The cowardly voice ran away from the cloaked man, until their steps grew fainter to the man's ears.

"Where'd they go!" The man stood there, gazing at his surroundings for a breath, a sigh, a heartbeat, a step, a swing. Anything. But. To no avail. The blade that he had crossed had long fled, along with thar misleading voice behind it. Suddenly, however, the man collapsed facing upwards at the sky he wished to see. This too, was to no avail.

Something within him knew something had been wrong as he laid there. It was not as if he was unaware of his vision. But for some reason, he could feel his toes where he last stood and yet, he was nowhere near them. "Oh... I see." he said as he lifted his head slightly staring at his bottom torso still standing and yet, not spilling any contents whatsoever. "Quite the blade that one! HA." He laughed heartily, completely defeated.