Blue raised his sword and dashed towards Red like a dart, slicing furiously. Red guarded with his wrist guard, sparks flying like fireworks. He jumped back while Blue held the advance, both of them hopping in harmony until Red finally shoved Blue back.
Red brandished his automatic pistol released a fury of bullets toward Blue, who flitted behind boulders. Shards of stone flew into the air in puffs. Then came the tell-tale clicking sound of an empty magazine.
Blue emerged from his hiding place, took one step on a boulder, and launched himself, leaping into the air and slashed down with his blade. The sword tasted flesh fleetingly as Red barely dodged the fatal blow. He wiped blood from his cheek and threw away the pistol. He reached into the folds of his billowing trench coat and pulled out a sub machine gun. It spit fire.
Blue deflected a few rounds with his sword until it shattered. He took one in the side and retreated behind another boulder. Fingering the dagger in his belt, he planned his next move.
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