Test Fight Scene

Crow Mordenya. Gypsy Violet. Let the battle begin.

Crow faces Violet in a clearing of a forest. The sun is at high noon and the tension is thick. Violet stares through her visor at the man in ragged peasants clothes. Crow is not armed with his usual weapon but a sword. The sword is straight and looks European. It's held with one hand. Then she looks at his eyes.
Draw.
Violet forgets to hesitate. Violet isn't thinking about her daughter right now, she's thinking of revenge for revenges sake. She thinks it will feel better when she's done. Her glaive doesn't feel as heavy as it should. She swings it just as effortlessly as he is dodging it. Like a blood-drunk fool, she swings wildly until she feels her blade stop. A sword is in the way. She is pushed back by her own weapon which was in turn pushed back by the sword. There is hope as one of her feet touch the ground but despair as the other does not. She falls backward into the barely-forgiving soil and grass. She's shaken after her head makes an impact with her helmet. Crow is already standing over her. The sword is plunged into the ground where Violet used to be. She's quick.
It takes Crow a second to realize she's not there. It takes him a few seconds to realize he's being head-butted by a steel helmet. It takes him longer to realize he's coughing up blood.
Violet was this close to winning. She was ready to kill Crow without hesitation. It was funny to see him on the ground spitting blood in a fetal position. She was clearly not counting on the foreboding black cloud of feathers and claws. She was surrounded by it. She felt a million beaks trying to tear their way into her flesh. It hurt worst at her left ear, which at this point had been torn off. It was hard to hear now. She started to run but the cloud of crows followed her. Her body was being ripped to shreds.
Woman of paper skin. I am a woman of fragile mind and fragile body.
Then an idea sprang to her head. He took a smoke cap and tossed it to the ground at her feet. It exploded and though her eyes stung and her leg was partially scorched, she managed to escape the cloud. She picked up a nearby rock and hurled it into the wooded area. The crows followed it as if it was hypnotic. Single-thought. Single-objective.
She readied her glaive again. She placed it where Crows' chest was. Well... where it would be anyway.
Swipe.
A tearing across her back, deep, bleeding, painful. She involuntarily lunged backwards, blade in hand. The handle implanted itself right into Crows' ribcage. He was thrown sideways and she chased after him. She stepped on his foot as hard as possible. Mind you, she's wearing steel boots. His foot is crushed flat under hers. Crow lets out a scream, a scratchy throaty scream like a man whose voice box was withered and dry. Violet defied a law then. She made his knee bend the way that it wasn't supposed to. By force. Steel boots'll do that kind of thing. Crow was vulnerable on the ground at this point. He let out another scream.
"CRABAAAAAANS!!"
Violet cared not what he had to say. She put her glaive at his stomach and pushed. Pushed in deep. She felt the skin being penetrated. She felt the tearing of muscle. Then stomach. She wasn't done yet but as she was about to penetrate further, a familiar feeling. And a cawing. They pushed her around, not pecking as much. Crow knew the plan and he readied a knife. He place it on his chest, facing outward.
Violet fell forward finally as Crow moved the knife. Moved it to right about where her heart would be.
And Violet started to die. She started to die, facing her enemy. She felt as though her body was fading and then a soft touch. A soft touch on her forehead. A kiss. This was the last thing Violet would ever feel.

"Poor girl. I almost feel sorry for her." That was Edan talking. He is a very sympathetic craban. Crows' stomach hurts. "Well that's what happens when you try to threaten us." That was Caradean. Another one. Crow's bleeding a lot. "Hmm. Well people die every day." Neris. Crow ignores them. He doesn't enjoy killing. The kiss meant more to him than it did to her. He was very aware that she hated him. He was aware of what he did to her. He just wanted her to feel someone else's love before she died, the kind of love he's been deprived of for years. If only she could understand. If only she knew what haunted him but she could hear Neris and Edan. Not Caradean or Mosia. Nope. They could have been friends. All he could do was lay there with her dead body still on top of his. He bore both of their burdens.