"I AM THE FINAL BOSS."

screamed the physician at the top of his lungs.

He look the distance. He could barely spot his once friend, a white clad swordsman, calmly approaching him.

Receiving no answer the physician choose to continue to speak.

"But you just don't understand how serious this is..."

"SILENCE! You Are Nothing But a Villain!"

rebuked the swordsman without a hint of doubt.

He had to stop him. No one else would. But was it right?

(I should let him pass... This isn't my fight.)

(I'm just a physician... I-I've never held a sword before. I'm not some kind of knight.)

The Hero kept walking towards him, but was only focused on the door behind the physician.

Their was still distance between. He could still run away.

Their was still some time left for him. He could live for another day.

The physician's sword-arm started wavering, not of fear but out of anxiety.

He had to kill his friend or die trying.

(I mean. it's not like anyone would care about this "Hero's" life right?)

(I'm sure no one awaits him back home... Right?)

(A... And no one would hold the line for a common man... R... right?)

(Because...)

(Why Would They?)

Countless thoughts attempted to erode his will. But at the final moment he regained his reason.

He steadied his sword-arm and retook his stance.

He knew he shouldn't doubt his actions.

He knew he shouldn't cry for his friend.

They're is no more time for tears.

Finally brought back to reality, by his approaching friend, he noticed the lack of doubt in his eyes.

"...A Villain?... You think I'm some sort of Antagonist?"

rebuked the physician with no hint of amusement.

He loosed his stance for a moment, looked away to briefly contemplate.

"Well... I-I'm not just some random "Antagonist" that popped out of nowhere, this "Antagonist" waited to fight you since the very beginning."

He waited, still he got no answer.

"I was.. NO.. I am STILL your FRIEND."

His voiced echoed throughout the room but nothing more replied it.

"All this time, I've waited for you, but I was just unable to stop you. From countless delays and interruptions." Recounting their time together almost made him break again.

"I knew you were coming back, so I trained and trained to get this chance to kill you."

"For decades, through countries and wars, we fought together. I now have to face you, this will be the end of this story."

"Even if I lose, I will at least know that you were my final oppone-"

"ENOUGH... Raise your sword you VILLAIN!" Interrupting him, the hero finally lounged at him.

Planning to end the fight in a single clash.

Stepping aside to counter the strike, he was instead met with a horizontal slash.

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The battle continued for a long time, it was slow, it was painful, and many mistakes were done on both sides.

Both of them were bleeding out, and carried large wounds.

Although not in any way matched, as the swordsman was obviously more skilled in the sword, the physician still manage to hold on by constantly parrying and dodging.

Eventually this would lead to their swords getting cracked and chipped, as most swords could not parry as they were too thin and brittle.

Eventually the battle devolved into a melee, and since neither was good at fighting with their fist, the physician eventually started gaining the advantage.

Being more informed about the human anatonmy allowed to more precisely know where to hit.

He also knew that when in a melee, one has to always be on the move.

His punches never carried strength, what they carried was speed and precision.

Why throw 10 inaccurate and over-exerted punches in 4 seconds if you can throw 10 quick and precise punches in 2 and a half seconds.

(His eyes, they understand. He feels no anger, not hate, nor fear of death. He understands why you do this.)

(It was either him or you, and because of this, he puts no blame on your shoulders.)

(He knows the nature of war, and he will save a seat for you in the Afterlife.)

Gently he closes the man's eyes with his hand.

(It's over, it seems that the he is dying, possibly because of blood loss.)

(Now... I just have to end him.)

(NO. Think of it as mercy.)

(It's Just Ending his Suffering.)

He had already gone through the notion of killing, yes he was breaking his physician's oath.

However, it had to be done, the hero had already been corrupted.

With a quick thrust to the hearth of a, almost shattered, sword the hero was now dead.

(This is end of this story.)

(Everyone dies at the end.)

(No more Heroes, No more Villains, No Gods.)

(Just Choices and Consequences.)

He looks one last time towards his friends eyes.

(Well old bird... it seems after all these years, I've finally caught up to you. All the days I spent plotting in the hopes I'd finally catch you unprepared. And every time, you undid it in a heartbeat. I felt like the sun chasing the moon. Like no matter how much thought and planning I put into it. You would always outsmart me and escape from my grasp. Yet here I am, right by your side. The day I have always dreamed of... Your legs have finally worn out from all those years of running away from me. And I... I am tired. I don't know why, but it just doesn't seem to matter anymore. Now, I just want to rest...)

"F-farewell my Friend..."