I freeze.
"Any last words?" he asks me with the end pf his blade pressed against my back.
I had to think fast, and the wind whipping strands of hair in my face wasn't helping my sight.
Suddenly, I can hear the very soft gurgling of water but I deny myself to cheat with powers. He'd use those damned vines again like the first time.
I gripped the hilt of the sword tighter, knuckles white, and smiled wickedly.
"I'd just like to say-" I pause, dropping to the ground and land facing his legs. I sweep his legs out from under him with a wide kick.
Daemon falls to te ground and I lunge to my feet, I then straddle his chest. A boot on each side pf his hips and the point of my sword directly beneath his chin.
"-I win." and there's no way he can get up without my sword cutting his throat.
I grin in triumph, "I always knew I was the better swordsmen." I laugh and he cracks a smile.
"Mhmm." he just grunts and I tilt my head to the side.
It was then that tight ropes of vine begin tightening around my ankles and waist.
"Cheater!" I shriek as I try prying them loose.
"No." he smiles, "We never exactly set the rules."
I frown but my smile seeps through and I'm pinned to the ground by the vines, the sound of roaring water grows in my ears.
I stall, letting him think he's won and my sword arm lays tangled in vines. "You know, can you make me some strawberries during break too?"
