The Stranger

The Fight- Hero's POV

His smile's dangerous. He stares me down. I can't believe I successfully baited him. Years, I've been waiting for a fight like this. A fight that will end him, and he's finally here. Such a shame the only way I could get him here was embarrassing myself on the news. But hey, it worked. He was gullible enough to come. 

The spiked mace in my hand hangs low, its weight trying to trick me into putting it down. I don't bother. The wind slightly picks up. Going from a graceful breeze, to a cooling puff in the air. I trace the villains eyes. He seems to be staring upwards, so I follow where his eyes lead. It's just stars, and the fading pink of the early evening sky. Nothing much to be honest. We've all seen the night sky before, except, maybe he hasn't. Maybe he's stayed in his little 'safe space' the entire time.

Hold up, why am I feeling sympathy for him? I shake my head, rid myself of his thoughts.

This is getting boring, so I initiate the fight. 

Moving my body, I begin to circle him like prey. I stretch my left hand, preparing myself if I'm ever in need of it. But this seems like a fair fight. We both have our weapons, both ready to see how this ends. After circling each other for a while, I finally scan him. The villains eyes seem trained on me, never letting go. He also seems to be thinking of something. Something behind those daring, dark eyes. I watch intensely as I trace the outline of his body. Then, I follow his sharp jawline, and finally land on his messed up hair. The wind surely isn't doing him much favours. His choice of weapon, a classic, is a scythe. And his outfit is... interesting. So I decide to holler.

'Nice cloak you got there, villain.' I bark at him. He looks at me stunned, his eyes flowing down his body, tracing his clothes. I giggle. It's funny how he reacted to such a simple comment, and how quickly his emotions can change like the ocean's tides. 

'Laughing at my clothes now, are we? Your outfit looks just as hysterical as mine, hero!' The villain bickers at me. I didn't expect him to respond, let alone attack me back. My outfit isn't even half as bad as his. In fact, mines way better. My body is enclosed with a white, skin tight, bodysuit, consisting of long pants and swirls of gold. I wear a little gold waist cape, and white sneakers; although they've been through a lot, altering the white to more of a dirty grey. 

But that's besides the point.

We're still circling each other, before the villain decides to make an uncalled for remark. 'Say, you weren't just dangling from some random poll here, were you?' Realisation hits me. 'It was all on the news. I saw it with my very own eyes. And there I was, actually thinking you couldn't save yourself. The poor little hero unable to save herself. How sad?' He didn't just see the video, he breathed it in, paying attention to every bit of detail. Why? I can't stand being mocked at, laughed at. But I did what I had to do, and I regret every bit of it. I can't help but stand in awe. The villain speaks so softly, like I'm a dog in training. And I hate it. 'So, why don't we put you up to the test? Let's see if you're as weak as people think.' 

As weak as people think? AS WEAK AS PEOPLE THINK!? What makes him think I'm so weak? The both of us have fought together, both knowing how strong and capable we are. And here he has the audacity to say I'm weak? IM WEAK? How can I be so weak if-

He's running towards me and I roll. If he thinks I'm weak, then I'll show him I'm not. I'll show everyone that I'm not some lame person who's body is mutated with some super power. I'm much more than that... I think. 

'Aww, she knows how to dodge.' The villain laughs at me. I feel so ashamed and embarrassed. I feel so vulnerable.

I feel so weak.

I hate that I feel that way. 'What you laughing about?' I question him, before running straight towards his body. I spin my mace in my hand, preparing to hit him hard.