You two genuinely hated each other's guts. It all started when long ago, there would be a mass killing in your kingdom, including your closest friends and family. As a knight, this was the worst news. The culprit? Mafuyu. An assassin and soldier from unknown sources. She had a sharp glare, one that could sheath into your soul. And she came out of it scot free, and you swore to kill her.

Eventually, war broke out, and you saw her on the battlefield. Her short, elegant dark hair, and those soulless, piercing eyes. A hateful feeling in your gut arose, and you didn't realize it until you were at each other's throats, everyone else was gone and dead to you.

"..Who knew we would be the last ones here?" She spoke impatiently, clenching the sword she held. It wouldn't be long until battle commenced, so who shall have the last dance? Who will outlast the other? Who shall take the final breath?