Tomorrow will be too late

 

For a moment, Cheng was sure he looked up and saw his petite Qing on the roof. Although, he shook the thought that she was his. After all, they'd dueled through the night just practicing their martial arts techniques. 

He sighed, not sure what to expect next. Of course, someone would be there ready for a swordplay full of finesse. He was lean and looked just about as seasoned as Cheng. Their swords clanked. Both were of worthy caliber to keep their wits about them. Yet Cheng was tired. He wasn't certain he could keep up. 

In the next moment, he saw himself on the other side of this swordsman. Although his swiftness wasn't anything to Cheng's speed, Cheng knew it was Qing in disguise.

"What are you doing?" He wanted to shout, but there was no way he could ask now. This fight was on. Just when he thought it might be over. They would be in another struggle. Qing's Cheng sliced the sword into the guard's back clothing. Suddenly the guard took note.

"Shit," Cheng said under his breath, thinking this was his own fight. He couldn't let Qing get hurt. He flung his sword at him. The guard was having to fight both of them now. They brought him to the ground like a twin team.

Cheng pressed his lips tight thinking it would be best to slice his throat, but Qing told him in thought. Not to kill him.

Cheng's eyes lit. "What the hell is going on?" She was in his thoughts now. This could not be happening. But they headed in a flying run toward the rooftop and onward toward the mountain behind the sect. Surely they would be safe there. 

A few moments later they made it to the cliff overlooking the sect.

"What were you thinking?" Cheng looked at himself.

"It was the quickest thought. I really didn't know," Qing looked a little sheepish. Cheng only grinned and shook his head. Oh, he'd always wanted to kiss himself. It was now or never.