Escavar looked into the sparkling blue eyes of his opponent. His sword glittered with a fierce light. Slowly they began to circle each other. Never letting their eyes fall. Pebbles crunched under their feet and fell down the side of the cliff. It was sheer drop to the ground that they could not see. If one would fall, it would most certainly be the end of them. Escavar watched his footsteps wearily and tried to calm his mind. He let everything go blank. All he had to do was simply breathe and exist. Then it started. He dashed forward in two quick steps and spun his blade downward. She jumped back with ease, spun and brought the sword down to cut his shoulder but, quick as a mouse, she feited the blow and dropped the sword to her other hand. This was what Escavar was expecting as she then tried to thrust it into his stomach and he parried effortlessly. Now with the upperhand he shoved his sword against hers and pushed her back until her feet were at the edge of the cliff. Her face of confidence suddenly disappeared as she looked down upon her doom. The fear in her eyes caught his attention. Her life was completely in his hands. With a single shove he could end her. Suddenly the words came back to his mind “Judgment without mercy will be shown to anyone who has not been merciful. Mercy triumphs over judgment.” Then he stepped back, trying to look confident even though he was clearly shaken. He said, “Your wits are no match for my blade, Eriean.” His hand now shook and his blade wobbled back and forth. He was not alone. She also appeared unsettled, and instead of continuing to fight, she re-sheathed her sword and looked at the ground. Then all he could do was stare. She, the one who never backed down to a fight, put her sword away. When Eriean finally looked up she had tears streaming down her cheeks. When she could finally put her words together she simply said, “thank you.” Escavar fought back tears himself and he looked down and nodded for fear that he would choke on his words.