Yoongi did think to himself that Ten might be overstating things a little, but he doubted it was the time for modesty, so he stayed firm and just waited for the right moment, whenever that would be. He wished there would be a clear sign, but maybe he had to create the right moment himself. This wasn't like it was in a story, just a dream and Ten was facing his nightmare. He took off running again and then sliced the sword first through the air and then through his body, cutting through his chest, trying to go for the heart.

It wasn't blood that came out of Cheon, but something so dark it couldn't even be called black any more. But he still fell to his knees and then Yoongi had time to go for one more blow, severing the head from the body.

Where he came from, taking the head meant something and perhaps it would mean something here too. He was panting, still not sure if it was really over, but he went down next to Cheon's slain body and reached for his head, picking it up by his hair so he could turn and hold it out to Ten, bowing his head.

"Is he gone, Ten?" He knew it was really up to him.