Disclaimer: The girl is not mine. Neither is immortality. I just strung together some words about them. The only gain I'm getting from this is that the little niggle at the back of my head that said "Write, write!" has gone away and now I can daydream again.
A slight tightening of his hands was the only sign of his nervousness. For one as young as she was to have such a reputation was unusual. She shifted slightly, their eyes met and the dance began. They moved slowly at first, each foot carefully placed, eyes locked, trying to get the other's measure. His short stature, brown hair, brown coat and drab clothes gave him the look of a goblin. In contrast her long blonde hair and light blue dress spoke of a summer sky.
Slowly they circled, seeing the surface, looking for more. Then, in an instant, noise filled the air and the tempo quickened. The clash of steal rang out like a drum without a steady beat and each concentrated more fiercely. His sword thrust forward again and again, trying to get past her guard but she moved like lightening, each time his sword met hers. It was becoming a pattern: his sword swinging forward, her block, swing, block, swing, block.
Another swing, a blink and he would have missed it. Her sword surged towards him and he scrambled to block. He would have succeeded but for the fact that her sword was already changing direction. He tried to bring his sword around but was too late.
In the sudden silence a dull thud sounded, echoed a moment later as the head followed the body to the ground.
"I don't want to be the only one" a feminine voice whispered a moment before an ominous crackle only associated with electricity or lighting sounded and the quickening began to build.