Isn't This Heaven?

It seemed everything stopped for a moment in there, the guests gasped while the guards, who had gathered at the back to watch the battle when word of it spread among them, held their breaths.

Ali Baba panted, a river of blood gushing down his left arm, dripping onto the ground. " As I thought… You won't strike… Sindbad…"

The man couldn't help but smirk as a stream of blood ran down his face, blotching his hair that had come falling down as it was freed from his ponytail. " You cheater…" he looked at the sword that barely scathed the boy's shoulder, a few inches from his nape. " If I hit a little to the left…"

" Then we would be both dead…" The boy looked up at him with a wide smile, his dagger held barely above the scathe it had caused on his temple. " … right?"

They stepped back, each drenched in his own blood.

" Why…"

" I had a memory…" Ali Baba clutched his wounded shoulder.