"Love is synonomous with pain," Sloane said with intense conviction as he eyed his foe. He was out of breath due to the rigorous fight but he mustered up enough breath to still speak with weight. "You cannot experience love without experiencing pain; you cannot experience the bloody warm blade of a sword without having a love worth dying for - whether it be life, nature, God, . . . a woman."
Fionn stared at Sloane with a stoic demeanor. His sword was drawn but not on guard even though Sloane was just a step away from killing him.
"You know it is true, Fionn. You have chased her and her exclusive love for years and have faced endless trials and pain. Your life alone is testimony of this truth. Do you really want her? You have chased after her and almost died, what do you think will happen once you've grasped her beauty? I tell you the truth; if chasing her has injured you in every fashion, having her will be your death."
Fionn throughout all of this was standing still and emotionless. After Sloane had spoken, Fionn looked down for a few seconds completely open like he was waiting for his death blow. Sloane, however, was taken back enough to let Fionn contemplate his "wise" words. Fionn slowly raised his head and sword. In his eyes you could see a white, pure fire burning from within. He gained his composure to full force and screamed with every ounce of his strength left and every ounce of passion gained over his journey:
"If love is synonomous with pain then every blade in my side, every arrow that has grazed my cheek, every crushing blow upon my neck is nothing but love being infused in my body and soul! Every wound has only made her beauty that much more sweeter, her love that much more captivating! And if I die because I chose to love her then that is only because she has overwhelmed my being to the point of consuming it! My death will not be of mortal injury but of my solitary being becoming one with her's!"
Fioon then charged at Sloane with....
