He could feel his silver hair against his face. He had moved, as the sword blinded the brute's vision. He only had a few seconds before he realized what was going on. Toya just had to get close. He rushed over, readying his sword. The bandit blocked the sword as expected but it was already too late. Toya was already within range. He cut the brute in the leg, making him slightly tilt. You could see the realization spreading in his eyes. The realization of being tricked. Toya was over him, striking at every opportunity. He wounds were shallow but did their job. They slowed him down, making it easier. You could see the brute's face begin to pale as blood steamed from his wounds. But what surprised Toya wasn't the fact that his tactic worked, no it was the fact that he didn't feel tried. He remembered the fatigue before he engaged in battle but now it was gone. No, it was more than just gone, he could feel more energy than ever, flowing through him. He could feel the heat as he clenched his hand on the sword. He continued to cut and cut and cut. And then the brute feel to his knees. Toya could feel a sensation of relief. He had won. Or so he thought.
The bandit had fallen to his knees, weak from the leaking blood. Toya was about to land the finishing blow, when a surge of power surrendered him. The power was streaming from the brute. Toya could see the bandits veins become visible as the muscle mass grew. The ground beneath the brute broke as he rose from the kneeling position. But Toya was already in motion, it was too late to rethink, too late to take it back. He could see him raise his fist. Toya tried to defend but he was too slow. He could feel the impact as a fist hit him in the gut. He heard a crack, his eyes blurred for a second, and in the next he was gone. Everything vanished into a complete silence. The world seemed to have frozen I place. Toya wasn't flying backwards. He wasn't on the ground. He was right behind the brute. His body had moved on its own, his instincts had kicked in before the blow had finished him. The blow still hit, he could feel the pain in his ribs, but he had come out of deaths grasp. Now behind the brute, Toya readied his sword, his eyes steady. Time to end this.
But before he had the chance, the ground beneath him rocked like an earthquake. He could hear the sound of something crashing down. And right in front of him laid the brute who had nearly killed him a second ago. His breath short and quiet, his body drained of life. His wounds had closed probably because of the skill he just used; Toya figured. He looked at the motionless body. He didn't say a word. Just raised his blade and brought it down. Not out of hate. Not out of revenge. Just survival. His hair still glowing silver slowly turned back to its natural color. His eyes down as if not wanting to face reality. He stood there in silence as he felt something cold and wet land on his face. He looked up to see the darkened sky. Clouds had fully covered the sun. Not a single beam of light came through. And as he stood there rain poured down.