He gulped, drawing a powerful energy to surround him.
He didn't want to fight him. No, he didn't want to fight anyone.
As the man before him drew his sword, the boy put on his mask.
The man leaped forward, swinging his sword down on the boy. The boy held a dark aura around his hands, allowing him to grab the sword.
'They didn't have to do this.' Thought one of them.
'They had to do this.' Thought the other.
Blood was everywhere.
Grunts of pain and cries of anger rang everywhere.
The piercing sound resounded in the man's ears.
The boy fell to his knees, as did the man, his sword not leaving the boy's body. The boy's eyes slowly dimmed to nothing.
To think they were brothers.
