hawser | Our way of restoring friendship

Between the two was a single dark red bridge and years of hatred and pain, along with the friendship and memories that they used to share trying to stop the battle from commencing. The room was the color of dark maroon, with a shadow lurking around, covering the majority of their sight. The only light in the room was coming from the pool of lava beneath them. Swords held in both of their hands, its tempting to just charge at one another, but they couldn't. Along with what had already stood in between them, it was their pride that acted as a motive for the battle to not occur. But, with a re-occurring winner, they couldn't just let the perfect opportune moment by.

"I see you've a new sword for me..." Alfred replied, looking at Bob's sword, then looking back at Bob

"You're not getting this one! I promise you of that!" Bob replied angered by words

"This is funny, the same situation...all...over...again. Now, who shall be the winner THIS TIME. You...or me." Alfred shouted, already knowing the winner of this battle. Alfred laughed after he spoke.

"It's going to be me. I am not leaving until you are gone for good." Bob growled

"Well then, if you want to pass, why don't you already go..?" Alfred asked, smirking, knowing the answer

There was a silence in the dark and damp room. Thoughts of a horrific battle came into Bob's mind, and distracted him for a few moments. Alfred was starting to grow bored of the situation, as shown by him leaning on to his sword, wondering what Bob was thinking of. Within a blink of an eye, Bob was charging at Alfred.

Alfred noticed quick enough to save his life; he jolted his sword into the air, clashing with Bob's sword, causing a sharp and distinct shriek to echo around the room. The two stared at one another through the gap between the two swords, with one goal, and they knew this was their only moment. This was the only opportunity, otherwise they would go back to their tie battles where the two were afraid to even show a sword as threat to another. Alfred withdrew his sword, and lunged it towards Bob's chest, where his heart was located. Bob defended himself in time and partially blocked the attack, a centimeter of the sword, however, was stabbed into his side. The sharp pain widened his eyes, and the side of his shirt grew damp. Bob was too busy to care for it.

Bob jumped backwards to avoid Alfred's in coming attack. Alfred's sword was lifted in the air, and he swung it fast downwards, the sound of metal clashing with a granite floor, was ear piercing indeed. Alfred stopped in his path; he was in the middle of the bridge and Bob was nearing the end.

"I've won again."

Bob regained his strength and gave up on all fear, and charged for Alfred who was caught off guard. Bob's sword hit Alfred's cheek, causing a large indentation filled with blood to drip slowly towards his neck and shoulders. The stinging pain was too much to bear, Alfred dropped to the ground landing on his knees, and his hands were flung over his body. His left arm was at a loss of energy, drooping off to the side, while his right arm was covering his wound, hoping to negate any more damage from his opponent. Bob finally realized the stab wound in his side, he fell to the floor covering it with his hands.

"I'm sorry I ever doubted you.." Alfred tried to say, whispering," you are a worthy opponent, and you should be praised for that, and not demised for your persona only."

"I try to keep all of the fighting side of me in,"Bob responded coughing and grabbing onto his side even more,"but, god knows I've tried."

"I can't take it...I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Alfred picked himself up, still holding on to his severely wounded cheek

"Can't take what?" Bob asked curious about his predicament

"THIS! ALL OF THIS FIGHTING NON-SENSE! WHAT ARE WE TRYING TO DO! WHAT STARTED ALL OF THIS! WHY CAN'T WE JUST...BE...FRIENDS! Ow." Alfred yelled, hurting his cheek even more

Bob walked over to Alfred, limping, with a hand still held to his side. Bob outstretched his hand, in gesture to help him up. Alfred hesitated for a moment, but grabbed his hand and slowly lifted himself up.

"Thanks, Bobby."

"Anytime, my buddy Alfred."

They both walked for the exit, arms on one another's shoulders, as they fix their long broken bonds.