the last draw

the wind continues to blow through the bamboo grove, regardless of the event unfolding...

scores of bodies lay on the floor, generously drenching earth with their blood... they could be identified by their names, written in clear white characters across their back...

emaths laid in the other perimeter, his contorted form delivering the message of the painful death that he suffered.

Mechanics was stretched out on the floor a distance away, facedown on the floor, the many wounds that he suffered was a testimony of how he relentlessly, but futilely attempted to take down this determined foe.

Only 4 shadowy figures stood in the middle of the clearing. The clouds formed at their exhalation... their heaving chests and sweat drenched faces showed the exhausting ordeal that the battle must have been.

Except for 1. His huge, relaxed pose dwarfed the 2 other fighters before him, all 3 facing the last man...

The last man in the grove don't seem to be doing too well, his pose showed that he was only still standing because of sheer willpower, the blood oozing from multiple wounds sapping his strength every moment.

The 2 other fighters stirred, one called "business proposal", the other called "cultural reinterpretation".

The lone warrior too a deep breath, and let it all out in one quick breath, and smiled.

His opponents froze momentarily, not understanding how the lone fighter could still smile in spite of the impending doom.

I will not be taken down by these 2... there's still the final boss... Research project.

I will not lose to these third rate challengers!!!