Mock Fight: Demetri Malius vs Dawnika Snow

[Demetri Malius]

The girl seemed to give a sly smile as she slowly sat up from the floor. She seemed satisfied with their battle as she gave her answer.

"Yes, actually, I did. You proved to be a great fighter. That was all I wanted to find out, if you were strong or not."

That's it? No underlying plan? No secret enemies? Just curious to his strength?

Demetri's muscles relaxed as he fell to his knees, the kunai he had held a moment earlier making a soft thud into the ground. His wounds poured out blood, giving the grass around him shades of crimson red as the cool breeze made them sway. It was quiet, save for the heavy rasping of the two fighters. Demetri closed his eyes as the warmth began to leave his body. He had lost to much blood to have any chance of survival at this point, he barely had the energy to stop himself from falling over.

"To find out if I was strong?" Demetri couldn't help but give a chuckle, abruptly followed by a coughing fit. "I hardly consider myself such a thing. Intelligent? Yes. Agile? Of course. Perceptive and strategic. It's all I do. But i would never label myself as strong."

The words dissipated into the air as the silence resumed, and Dawnika could not help but watch as her opponent life slipped away, and his body finally slump over and fall to the side. She believed he was strong, even if he had doubted it. Dawnika then looked at her own wounds, proof of her observation, but she knew she would survive. As the sun began to set, she tended her wounds with summoned supplies, taking a short time to recover and rest.

Not long after she had gained her strength back, she ventured back into the dense forest, leaving behind the man's body surrounded by bloodstained grass and lost kunai. The devices on his wrists still hummed with life as if the owner was still living, its chains shifting and adjusting as if taking aim to imaginary targets. As night fell, the girl can only wonder if she would meet others stronger than him.