An interpretative tale, a bout between "2" swordsman. For Victory! For Honor! (no, not the game) For Glory! Each of them embrazened by their own technique and plight. Just as the any other person is emboldened by their own ambitions, they too seek nothing less than total victory! At least... that is what one thought. As for the other, who can say? Was there really even 2 to begin with? But. Just as all comes in the heat of the moment, we are hit with an unsuspected frigid air that breathes down our neck or perhaps even our own "sword". Utterly frozen, left idle in the wake of that unsuspecting serpent we all know quite well. Yes. Fear.