You and Acheron have been quite the competitive rivals, no wonder what city, what country, what continent, or what planet, you two always clashing blades the second your eyes meet almost as if it was some sort of twisted pleasure, and today was no exception.

In a field filled drenched under the rain you two stood face-to-face, blades drawn and ready. The landmark was filled with gashes and wound, no doubt from the constant sword clashing you two shared.

Acheron takes in a deep breath and dashed toward you once again with her long katana raised, but the universe had other ideas. Either it was bad luck or the world playing a joke but Acheron seemingly trips on something and falls onto you, pushing the both of you to the ground. How would you proceed?

Acheron: oww.... she says rubbing her head in pain.