DIS IS A COLLABORATION WITH MISS Miyu-Rin dis is how it's gonna work. Just invade you wanna know who wrote what, each paragraph is a different person. It will start with miyu and then next me and so on. This was a little one-shot we just wrote while talking like five minutes ago so excuse any weird typos I'm just copy and pasting XD. these are fictional characters without names so yeah let's start.

They kill like they're used to it. The way they moved was the picture of elegance. The blades slicing others quickly. A clean cut was made on each movement. And they're eyes were just as sharp as they're own blades.

They loved the feeling of power, but not too much power. Like a place to get away, most people found comfort in running or perhaps just thinking, for them it was the beautiful view of a battle field. The challenge that awaited them, and the satisfaction of victory.

Though everything came with a price. And a price of a life that has taken many was high. The bounty on there head was surely one that would be second to only a king's treasure. However it wasn't just that price. It was also a price to their mind. It took tolls on a human. A human....could we even call them that?

The way they saw themselves was the way of a thief. They had taken what was not theirs and the grief they felt was beyond the imagination. In the end, the only cure was to go back to that same battlefield, to take even more, to be greedy only to grief, head in their hands, at the end of the day. Though it was harsh, it was all they thought they deserved.

But the lives they took...did they deserve it? They had families to go back to...didn't they? Each life they had taken was compared to a long chain. Some rusted because of how long ago those lives had been taken away from this world. Some links shiny and new representing innocent lives. But the links wrapped around them. Choking them, binding them to a future of only fleeing, guilt, and blood.

Who knows their own reason of battle, was it like the one this person possessed? Did they also find satisfaction at the end when their team were the last standing? Or were they brought into this battle for the satisfaction of someone much higher? Eventually it all becomes the same. At the end of the battle, when only one team is left, everyone thinks the same thing, feels the same thing. 'That could have been me.' They think of the people they could have left, and one certain person thinks of what it felt like to see that blade slice into them, did they feel the relief that this person wishes to feel?

'Relief' was such a pretty word. They wondered what that word really meant. Was it when your own blade pierces others? Was it when you hear that sick, satisfactory 'thump' of a falling body? Was it when you can finally wash the blood off in the river? The blood...the blood that was never to be spilled to begin with? Was it when you wake from a dreamless slumber to see the sun once more? To figure out that you....that I was ALIVE? Or was relief actually the feeling of never waking? Of your body hitting the floor and being left for dead? Was relief actually feeling the same cold blade through you? Does relief even exist on this road at all?

Relief. Something this person, found on their last battle field. When they had faced an opponent worth the challenge, but in the end it was their turn to feel what it felt like when that blade goes through you, when realization washes over you. Telling you it's your turn to let go. It's at that time all the guilt, all the grief you've felt, is set free. It's at that time you know that the person you die to, will watch your body fall, will carry your grief that night, and will fight for you in the next battle, till it's their turn to be free, of the life the battle provides.

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Aaaaaand dats it XD. Short and sweet.