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ALY The sleek metal
Sharpness screaming from it
As it is unsheathed slowly
All reason and ration vanishes from your mind
Just the person and the fight stay
Embedded, burned into your eyes
As I stand aside, anger on my face
Just watching as an audience
I know you can't hear me
I know you can't see me
My lips pursed, I stare, unblinking
Accepting anything, prepared for the worst
My thoughts scream at me
Deafening me, but still I stand
Watching, unmoving
I feel the moonlight reflect off the blade
To my face, but I switch gaze to the other
Ready stands the opponent
And I feel the anger rise up in me
Like bile in my throat
But I just stand, unflinching
As the first move is initialized
And follows the clash of cold metal
But my voices scream, blocking it out
The demons want me to succumb
And ready the sword at my hand
And my eyes narrow
Trying to focus on just them
My eyes dart back and forth
But I can't see them
And my vision is restored
To the warm splash of blood on my cheek and forehead
My sword is instantly out
As the devils keep screeching
I resist them and finally surpress them
Sheathing my sword again
As the fight is brought to a close
I look up at the red moon
And sigh, bringing my hand to my temples
This time, I was lucky
I didn't succumb to the demons wishing my demise
I would have died surely
Not in the right mindset can kill a person
As I wipe the blood off on my sleeve
I close my eyes and talk to the assassin
"Rikku."
She looks up, "Hm? Yuna, Chill."
I clench my teeth,
"You're the one with blood on your hands."
She smiles and wipes her blade clean
As I turn and walk away, mumbling
"And next time, don't get blood on me."
