Our war was going on without stopping for once, and without the realization, we were causing other things around us. To both the island and the people's hopes and wishes, as they cherished and gave their support and strength to us.
We kept going and going, until one of us made the other not to do so. We both knew that the war wouldn't end until someone died. So walking in my direction, she continued to attack me with her kicks and punches.
And then, when she aimed at my head once again with her foot, I blocked it with my wrist and pushed it back. Then I turned to her with the palm of my other hand and tried to hit her. But without moving her body, she managed to get away from me by tilting her head steadily and she grabbed my hand, and pulled me to her side.
She struck me in the waist with her other leg, continuing her attack with her elbow, and struck another hard blow from the left.
