Final Fantasy XI: The Fantasy World

Tela sighed. Picking up his sword she handed it to him. "I have some honor." she said.

Altar laughed before he started to strike Tela again.

Tela kept up. She knew she'd regret having a conscience.

Altar was loosing strength and was getting tired already.

Tela could see Altar was wearing down, but she knew she was two. "You rely on your magic too much." she said keeping up the assault.

"Your getting worn out too!" answered Alar stubbornly.

"I ever said I did't do the same." tela said makig aother furious swipe at Altar.

"But you still can't defeat me.." said Altar blocking it.

"Only you think that, Altar." It had to be the longest conversation they ever had. Tela foud it ironic.

Altar smirked again and kept on striking her.

Tela blocked his strikes.

Altar kept on striking her, getting tired fast.

Tela started getting cocky with her swordsplay tring fancy moves.

Altar slipped down on his knees, he was too tired and sweat driooed iff his face fast.

Tela held her sword to his neck. "Admit defeat."

Altar nodded.

Before Altar could respond he foud himself in a dungeon. If he looked into the barrel of water in front of him he could see Tela and the others returning home. He was in his own dungeons.

"Well, we won the war!" said Knives who helped Vash walk.

Tela was on Vash's other side ignoring the huge gash i her back where's Altar's sword had nipped her.

"****ing Altar bastard." muttered Vas