I stare down my opponent, the silence around us cut only by the soft blowing of the wind. A rustle? It shifts slightly where it stands. An eternity, a moment. Then, a scream of fury. Mine? I cannot tell. I charge. The distance narrows between us, neither blinking or averting gaze for a moment. Then, I make my attack. A ripping pierces the air. A time passes. I look down at myself: not hit. I then look to my hand. A chunk of my opponent lies within. I turn and see its severed body on the ground, lifeless.
Victory? Mine.