THE SKY (Prose)
His eyes flashed with a lightning of fire as his blue-grey steel met with His white sword, "Yaaah!" he yelled; the clang of steel on rock-bone crackling up his arm like an electric shock, and he grimaced, the world curling under his feet. Swimming, until the sky took his hand.
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 7/19/07
Only kept here because I have nowhere better to put it.