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Summary: It's a sword fight. With swords. You figure out who the participants are. An oldie written in 1998.

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Highlander > GeneralEvilAuthorFR71437012,0318 Jan 048 Jan 04Yes
Title: The Swordfight
Author: Nopporn Wongrassamee aka the Evil Author
EMail Address: EvilAuthor@aol.com
Archive: Anywhere and everywhere. Just tell me if you do.
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: A Buffy/Highlander Crossover
Disclaimer: All elements Buffy and Highlander belong to their
respective owners. I don't own any of it.
Note: This MIGHT be a prelude to something.

The combat was fast and furious. Swords flashed back and forth as the
two combatants sought a weakness in the other's defense that they could
exploit.

One fighter was a man. He was tall, his hair dark and close cut, his
face smooth and unlined. His eyes betrayed an age of soul far older
than his appearance would suggest.

The other was petite in comparison. A girl who looked just as youthful
as her opponent but whose soul had spent a great deal of time aging.
She seemed like a light to his darkness, blonde hair to his black.
Light clothes to his dark.

The man appeared to be winning, pressing the girl back until she ran
out of floor space and a wall in her way.

From the begining of time they came.
Walking silently down through the ages.
Some good.
Some evil.

Suddenly, the tables turned. The girl became a fury, delivering a
storm of blows. The man found himself barely able to defend himself
and was now the one backing up. He might have been able to hold his
own when the girl changed tactics.

Sweeping his sword up with her own, the girl lashed out with a kick,
making the man stumble. She followed up with a punch to the mouth,
then the hilt of her sword. He stumbled and fell against a statue,
dropping his sword.

Confidently, the girl raised her sword to behead her opponent.

Forever battling each other to the death.
To the victor goes the Quickening.
To the victor of victors goes the Prize,
The power to lead the world into an unending age of light.
Or darkness.

The man's sword was still in reach. As the girl began her downward
swing, the man quickly grabbed his sword and plunged it into the
middle of the girl's chest. The girl froze, her sword stopped just
short of his neck, then fell from nerveless fingers. An expression of
disbelief frozen on her face.

The man pulled the sword from her body and immediately swung it
around to decapitate the girl.

Moments later, her Quickening tore apart the room.

For in the end, there can be only one.

On his way home, the man ran into another blonde. One he was on
friendlier terms with.

"Xander, what happened to you?" Buffy asked concerned.

"Just my usual date from hell," Xander replied. "You'd think I'd learn
one of these days."

The End

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