From Nothing, Everything

"You and me–we're bound together! Our souls–linked! Is it destiny?! Fate?! Whatever it is, it brought us here–Oblivion and Creation. Two good-for-nothing men who weren't worth a shit when the world was stable," Crow spouted even as his forehead was cut open by the clash. 

The pain wasn't a factor for either men; Finn lunged forward, dragging his dagger upward through the air. 

It narrowly missed the killer's abdomen; he glanced up before ducking to the side as the cleaver was swept for him in retaliation. 

In the same movement, he spun around, slashing for his rival's throat— 

"Ghk!" 

—The dagger failed to reach Crow's neck, intercepted by his forearm that was slashed open instead. Even while being cut, the smile failed to fade from Crow's lips. 

Finn didn't waste a moment; he pivoted, ducking beneath a wild cleaver swing before piercing his blade forward— 

"Ah…"