He stood unready

  With his knees weak

  His arms were heavy

  There was blood all over

  his clothes already

  But he still had the energy

  to throw a punch

  a barrage of them

  maybe just a bunch

  but something wasn't right

  it was just a hunch

  He could evade properly

  In a weak state,

  but when he was strong,

  his reflexes came a bit late

  There was no logical answer

  for him to intake

  and the more he thought of it

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  the more he couldn't think straight

  Well leave that aside

  and throw a bolt

  of lightning

  about a thousand volts

  to your opponent

  and give him a jolt,

  and make him hop around

  like a little colt

  that's how things were

  supposed to have gone

  but Shiro tried

  and couldn't get it done

  the armored man threw it back,

  and it dawned

  on Shiro that

  a real fight was on.

  Very soon after

  there was no sign

  of laughter,

  just the sound

  of clash and clatter,

  and a one sided fight

  was the matter

  but Shiro wasn't waiting

  to receive batter

  so he dodged to the side

  and did a counter

  It was a good one

  EXCEPT,

  what happened next

  he didn't expect

  his counter was blocked

  and it was all reset

  to where his opponent's attack

  was setto hit his chest

  a second time yet

  Shiro thought of the punch

  that had him done

  it felt like a thousand

  though it was one

  his ability to move

  was already gone,

  he tried to gather strength

  but there was none

  He tried to speak

  but uttered no word

  it was then that

  the armored man drew his sword

  It could be seen that the battle was over, and that Shiro had lost. He couldn't move any part of his body, he just laid there as the armored man walked slowly towards him, dragging his sword on the ground.

  Shiro laid there listening to the clanking sounds the sword made as it dragged along the floor.

  "Ah..." "ah..." "ah..." "ah" he constantly uttered, as if he was trying to say something, but it was already too late. Shiro watched as the sword came down on him; straight to his heart and twisting more than once.

  His entire body had run cold, he could no longer feel his heartbeat (of course he couldn't feel it, anyone who feels a beat after all that twisting should be scared of himself ) and his vision was getting hazy.

  "So this is death" Shiro thought not minding what was going on.

  Before everything turned completely dark, Shiro heard a loud voice yell "Aka'nchawa" then he saw a bright light that illuminated his entire field of vision, and felt himself getting picked up. Shiro couldn't help but wish, that his saviour should have come earlier.