WORDS OF AKIRA:WHEN BLOOD DRIES,ECHOES REMAIN TO REVEAL TRUTHS

The strikes are fluid and skilled,if it weren't such a bloody tapestry around me of limbs,blood and slashes I  would have found the sight akin to a dance.
A vicious,unpleasant,fast paced and irrevocable stretch of time.
I never learned the warriors entire list of names by heart or his number all I know is what I record now with my words,her sword and my camera.

Two hours later.

Tired eyes poor over the pictures I took,my hands shake from little to no eating of anything solid because my mind won't rest.
If any of this is true,anything the ONNAMUSHA left here for me to view.
This could change world view history.

The traitor warrior actually a stalwart companion of virtue over the innocence stolen of a vassal?Stealing a whole clan so that the said vassal would be forced to lend sword and body for a cause in order to protect who that vassal held dear.
"Amazing....."I mutter to myself,forcing the yawn away but failing to do so twice,my typewriter becomes busy with loud clicking sounds as I type with practiced fingers about the warrior woman and her latest slaying,how she never fails to leave a "Peace "kanji on the body of the slain warrior and a large sum of money to the victims ,whoever they may be.

"Stop."
My eyes rest on first the raised hands,my hand stays close to the pistol I am deadly good with in any situation save this one.
She is before me.
Her eyes are like honey that has been purified and is a gentle light brown hue,her hair falls loose to her hips and it gently sways to wherever direction my fan blows it and her clothes are still covered in blood,so is her face that I hate to find lovely for fear if she realizes I think so I may lose my life through a myriad of means.
Stabbing,slashing,dismemberment,evisceration,or a worser end to my person that only I as a man would fear a great deal worse than death if that kodachi of hers aims low.

Her honey eyes though do not stray from mine,my eyes will not lose sight of hers either and we just stand here for long moments until she steps forward,once.
Twice.

"What did you do?!"
My words seem to sound mute even to my trained ears as I fall down,my eyes never leaving hers and hers never leaving mine.
"Thank you...Handsome writer man.This is my only gift I can offer you now."