Snazzy is a warrior, a legend known to all. His skill with a sword is unmatched and battle strategies uncountered. He had the ultimate defense. He was considered unbeatable by all. He was known across the land as a legend. Yet, here he was, frozen in fear.

"What are you standing there for, hot-shot?!" She shouted at him, her hair whipping in the wind. He stared at her, wide, frightened eyes. She stared back, her eyes narrowed. The fire raged fiercely, yet it seems to be only a dim light to the one burning in the woman standing before him. She gripped her sword." Dumbass! Legends never die, remember?!"

Those words. They were the ones he spoke to her on their first encounter. He didn't know if he could believe them anymore. He bled to reach the level of respect and greatness he's at now. He rolled his shoulders, straightening his back and getting into a fighting position. He let out a breath, the wind blowing to his east.

He was a legend. He was a hero. People looked up to him. He was on top. There was no one else to take his place. He turned quiet, listening for a moment to strike. His eyes shot open and he raced forward, his sword following. The girl grinned, jumping up and following him close behind.

"Magic?" He asked simply, his eyes fixated on his target.

"Is that even a question?" She shot back. He shrugged, a smirk crawling it's way onto his face. He summoned his power, a green aura illuminating his hand. Her magic swirled, surrounding her hands and upper arm. Their swords began to glow, absorbing the energy their owners have off. They gave each other one last look: nodding to each other before leaping into the air and holding their swords above their heads.

With a war cry, they brought their swords down. There was a split second of silence, before a giant explosion erupted, the monster screaming in agony until the screams drowned out into nothing but wind carrying messages of the forgotten people. A quiet moment fell over the world as the people shook with anticipation, their teeth clenched with sweat beading down their foreheads. 

"You alive, ya cocky bitch?"

Cheers of freedom erupted in the crowds as hundreds of thousands of people rejoiced. Shouts and screams of happiness and joy pooled out onto the streets of what remained of what used to be the capital.

"Only as much as you are, dumbass."

They slowly sat up, glancing at their now broken and burned swords. They looked at each other, staring directly into their souls. In one swift movement, she cupped his face and kissed him passionately. He kissed back, grabbing her waist with one hand and her head with the other and deepened the kiss. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. They separated and quickly reconnected.

No words were needed to express their live in that moment, not like any could. The overwhelming sensation of simply touching was enough to start sparks between them, for the fire burning deep with in them to grow and spread through their bodies. Feeling his body fueling against her was enough to make her melt, her knees falling from under her. They pulled apart, their time connecting foreheads.

"I love you, Snazzy."

"I love you, too, Xahji."

The Fucking End