Sword and Fist Clashed.
Sparks and Blood Flew.
Flesh and Metal Met.
Time passed as both person stood at a standstill showing their backs to the people as they froze.
All of the stage was silent at the moment. Nobody made a speck of a sound, even the one that wanted to sneeze out, couldn't do it as his sister choked him off.
As the crowd looked at the frozen statues of the fighters, blood spilled.
All eyes went to one person as the man fell on his knees. But he had one thing to say before he could fall.
"Shoul- Should have known that a- a prodigy like you will be hard to finis-"
The man fell.
The crowd cheered.
Pan wiped the blood clean off his swords as he ignored the mind crushing, ear piercing cheers that was calling out to him. Then he looked back at the guy who had so brazenly fought him and even though he had some difficulty… the results were always the same.
He won.
He always did.
He always will.
