[Kira]

We kept battling, it was to not end until one of us died or. . .no. . .that was our only choice. Sparks from the lightning in my hands, was burning even me, bits hitting my flesh sending the electric current through. Theother spell being light in spots was scorching his skin, sweat down his forehead. . .scared. My opponent, a friend of mine, was struggling with his own spell. He had fumbled with words at the start and now it was weak, the possibility of my winning was only inevitable. . .his death was not meant and neither was mine, therefore my thoughts were for us to stop but it was not aloud. . .so the duel continued. . .and I was passed as a reaper of souls. . .