Brad watched his blades hit home. For a second he thought it was over. but in that second he missed the charge and was hit dead on with the beam and in a second the screen flashed and then he was told the battle was over. "A draw huh well that was fun. Thanks for the good match whoever you are" Brad said as he flew out of the arena lighting another cigarette. He had the ominous feeling he would meet that pilot again.
The true worth of a warrior is not based on how many men you have killed but by how many flee from your presence.