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The night in the Pale Village, lightning flashed and thunder boomed as the face of a thin samurai turned his head to face the end of the village. It was coming and he knew it. He ushered to his belt and pulled free his sword, drawing the sharp, glinting blade free from its cover. The rain poured down on his head as he felt its presence all around him. The lightning flashed and the thunder boomed and seconds later, it appeared from the shadows, drawing its own samurai sword it had taken from another samurai it had consumed in its wake.
It swooped around in the air around the Pale Village, eyeballs narrowing at him in determination and anger as it shot forward toward him, letting out some screeching cry. The wind blew roughly against the two opponents as they hovered in the air by the use of their powers. The moon lit them both up in a soft glow as they drew their swords. He let out a scream of fury as he drew his blade upwards and flew right at it with speed that no normal human could ever have.
The two opponents flew closer and closer at the speed of light, both of them letting out furious cries, ready to fight, one to protect and the other to take over, till one of them went down and died. With sheer momentum and raw strength, both the samurai and the creature crashed into each other, creating some sort of magical blast that nearly shook the entire village. When they separated, the two opponents floated around in the air, getting into battle position, blades drawn, eyes narrowed, bodies filled with power and tense.
Then their blades struck, nearly blinding the entire Pale Village.