Death

Now was his chance, now was when he made his move. If the man before him didn't die, then surely he, Banki, would. Fuma was a skilled swordsman, even if originally he couldn't draw his own sword. For a moment, he wondered exactly why Fuma hadn't been able to draw his blade but that was only for a moment.

Now!

Banki made his move, and so did Fuma. He felt the jolt that signalled he had plunged the sword into his enemy but he also felt the excruciating pain that signalled Fuma had gotten him. He met his enemies eyes, noticing that he too had realized what would happen now.

They would die.

It was a death blow inflicted upon each of them.

Then Banki was falling.

The world around him was darkening, and he was dying. Was Fuma doing the same thing? He struggled to look over at his enemy, finding him being held by Ichi. He smirked, if he could survive this, he could have Ichi.

He slowly made a grab for his sword and did his best to stand.

Fuma was dead.

Ichi wasn't though, and she wasn't going to let him live.

Instead of dying by the hand of Fuma, he died by Ichi's.