Sword Fights

The friendship was a sword fight.

Deadly, sharp enough to draw blood, and neither side was willing to back down.

Her weapon of choice was the katana, slick and fast.

His weapon of choice was a cutlass, sharp and determind.

They clashed more than they were in a truce, constantly sticking swords in each other's backs and turning blind eyes. Refusing to throw up the white flag, and so they continued to spar and bleed and run each other into the ground.

They had underlying respect for each other, although they would never admit it. Until then, they attacked and retreated and strategized to avoid losing. Even when they won, they were never quite truly victorious. The battles raged and they clashed, as they hoped for a truce that would never come.