Vanguard
Vanguard sighed and looked past the nearby window, staring at the clear sky. His face was stoic, almost relaxed. There were no traces of the anger or hardness of before, as if he had already blown his steam and had fallen asleep. It was a pure, utter calm acceptance.
"Good grief. I believed I'd beat some sense into your skull, and here I thought I was a fair judge of women. I suppose my skills in that form are equally lacking."
Who won? Who lost? Was there any meaning in this fight to begin with? Even if she reached him, she did not destroy him. The victor would clearly be him, but it wasn't so simple. To think his tick, his impulse to reach for his enemy's heart, would be his downfall. He had annihilated an empty shell, the true enemy had never been reached. Pathetically, he chuckled and wondered.
"You never did give me your name." He said finally, in a cool and kindly stern tone. There was no emotion in his voice, yet his words were gentle and soft. "Then again, I never gave you mine either, back then. It is only fair, but when two strong beings truly fight, it is custom to share their names so the vanquished may remember the victor."
A strange wet feeling coursed across his head. Curious, he touched his bleeding forehead and brought the bloodstained hand closer to his attention. He stared at the strange, red liquid with intrigued eyes. His look shone like a child who had just seen something incredible. Was this what it meant to be alive? It had been so long he had almost forgotten. Perhaps without even knowing, he brought the bloody fingers to his mouth and tasted it.
Did he truly succeed, or was it all empty just like the wound on his face? Was he truly alive, did the man called Vanguard truly exist in this moment? The possibility that everything around him was a demented illusion caused by his tormented psyche was a chilling thought that always festered in the back of his mind.
But not now. Even if this body was nothing but an artificial shell, even if the whole world was a lie it was still him.
He turned around to face the girl and smiled weakly, a slight movement of his lips that barely arched upwards. Yet there was a radiance beyond the artificial grin he displayed earlier. For the first time in eons, his smile was true, and it was beautiful.
"You are rather impressive, please indulge me, so that I may remember the one who made my head throb so."