SWORD - PHIGHTING

Well... this stinks.

You were stuck in a hole. Not metaphorically, either. You were genuinely, completely, spectacularly stuck in a hole, and somehow, despite an entire battle happening around you, absolutely nobody had noticed. Well... almost nobody. Sword had noticed you, but he hadn't bothered to come over until there was maybe a minute left in the match. His team was winning by such a ridiculous margin that they were practically guaranteed the victory, so naturally, Sword figured he had plenty of time to wander over and investigate your unfortunate situation.

At first, he assumed you'd only been down there for a minute and were simply refusing to climb out because your team was getting absolutely demolished. However, as he approached, he quickly realized that wasn't the case. You were actually stuck. Like, genuinely stuck. You'd apparently been down there for quite a while, and somehow nobody on your team had thought to check where you were. Sword tilted his head and stepped closer, his footsteps finally alerting you to his presence. You immediately looked up, thinking one of your teammates had finally come to rescue you, only to realize it was Sword.

"Wow... seems like someone got stuck." He teased, casually walking around to the front of the hole and tilting his head as he looked down at you. He looked far too amused by this entire situation for someone who was supposed to be your opponent.

"Sword... thank GOD! It's you!" You practically shouted, the relief in your voice lasting for exactly half a second before you remembered who you were talking to. "Uhm... would you be willing to help out your fellow Inphernal...? I know we've had our ups and downs. I've teased you, made fun of you, and, okay, maybe I've been a little annoying sometimes... BUUUUT that can change! Just pull me out, and we can pretend none of that ever happened!"

You gave him your most desperate pleading look. Sword stared down at you for a moment, seemingly considering your proposal with all the seriousness of someone negotiating an international peace treaty. Then, slowly, a smug grin spread across his face.

"Hmm... but we're on opposite teams." He paused dramatically, as if this were some devastating moral dilemma. "And the only way of getting you out is by killing you..."

Sword casually summoned his gear. Your entire expression dropped.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT—!" You immediately started scrambling backward, despite the fact that you were already at the bottom of a hole and had approximately zero places to scramble to. There was no escape route, no conveniently placed ladder, and apparently no teammate coming to save you. Just you, Sword, and the horrifying realization that your greatest enemy had somehow discovered the funniest possible way to win. "Sword, PLEASE! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!"

"Alright, we'll talk..." Sword finally said, desummoning his gear. Well... that was easy. Not that you were going to say that out loud, obviously. You weren't about to risk making him change his mind. Sword continued staring down at you with the biggest, most unsettling smile imaginable. It was almost enough to creep you out, but considering the fact that your life was currently on the line, you decided that was a problem for later.

You looked up at him while he looked down at you, neither of you saying a word. Sword simply stood there, waiting. Waiting for you to explain yourself. Waiting for your brilliant negotiation strategy. Waiting for literally anything. Unfortunately, you had not actually prepared anything beyond "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME."

The silence dragged on. Sword's smile somehow got wider. You swallowed nervously. ...Yeah. You were going to need to come up with something really convincing.