Under a Tale: A Revenant Dance

Figure.

At the edge of the field, a figure is revealed. Bearing a rather cool attire, the individual looks on fearless. Bold and brave, lines are spoken and the meaning is stated. Taking a small step back in preparation, the declaration is made.

Capture.

The intentions of the person who faces down your path is quite talkative. The attacks soon follow as each strike that comes, is dodged just as fluidly. There is no malice within the moves, but to be hit would be disastrous. Narrowly avoiding each move, you think of your next step.

Flirting.

The method of defense chosen, a wink after a dodge for one and a swivel of one's hips at another move. The actions persist and each maneuver was met with a response, something that brought hope to your heart. Telltale signs of the impact working and the revenant looks on with a shocked smile, but again it is a good sign. Words are soon spoken and those that spark your survival instinct, things go into high gear after the good news is heard.

Afterwards.

The words given are simple and yet felt deep. A promise to go on a date after you are captured. What is it that comes to a crossroads, the attacks are slightly off now. Each action taken may follow up with speed, but finds itself in less of a mark. Grazes, bruises, and scorch marks from the powerful magic are toughened out.

Focus.

As each attack passes, the revenant launching the attacks is falling tired. A piece of candy is taken out and eaten in the lull of a follow up attack. With a small smile, one full of the light at the end of the tunnel, the last round of dodging appears upon you. The finish line is close, now as the revenant speaks of something special...it is comically robbed of its tactic.

Tired.

Finding that luck has been with you, the last stretch of the attack is being seen. Grazed and scratched up by the force behind the attack, still dodging is managed. The effort is maintained even though the end was rougher, each dodge came with great peril as it followed. But the end was in sight as the last of the attack was avoided.

Spared.

A single term in part of one that was welcome to hear. Finally the attacks stop and the revenant's kind demeanor shone through. Each attack was another that took great effort and speed to avoid. The tasks growing harder and yet the need to stick to one's wishes stands. Avoiding was all worth each move, as the talking friendly expression is clear. The words ring truth, as that strength that guided one to a victory, such remains the same.

Tangle on with a revenant's dance and meeting were settled with a single thing.

Determination.