[ WP ] `` How can you save anybody if you ca n't even save yourself ? ''

I stood panting, leaning on my sword so that I would n't fall over. He was powerful, more powerful than I imagined. He balanced his sword across his shoulders, the very image of confidence. He sauntered forwards, slowly, never breaking eye contact with me. He stopped ten feet away, and lowered his sword. 
 
 `` Do you see now how futile this was? You ca n't beat me, I've become much too strong for you to handle. You want to save the world? Do n't make me laugh. How can you save anybody if you ca n't even save yourself? You need power to save people, and that is what you lack.'' 
 
 `` And I suppose that you'd have me believe that everything that you've done, every atrocity that you've committed, that it was all in the name of gaining the power necessary to save the world?'' 
 
 A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. `` It really rather depends on your definition of'save the world'. There are those who would argue that the only way to save the world is to wipe every last human off of its face. But I still have faith. I still believe that humanity can redeem itself. If that changes, then I'll try to kill everyone, but, for now, I'm content with just amassing power for such an eventuality. Is that so wrong?'' 
 
 `` It's not your goal that I object to, it's your methods. You kill countless people on a whim, just so that you can be that little bit stronger. I swear this to you. I will always try to stop you, I will not rest until mankind is safe from you.'' I lift my sword up, and mustering all of my strength, I charge in and swing at him. 
 
 He blocks by grabbing the wrist of my sword hand with his off hand. I slump, all of my strength spent, and I wait for the final blow, knowing that this was my end. He released my hand, and chuckled. I looked up at him, my sword lying on the ground beside me, too confused even to ask why he's laughing. 
 
 `` You've got spirit, I'll admit that. And I think you have potential too. Very well, I shall spare you. Not because I think that you're right, not out of the goodness of my heart, but because I think that you'll be a great sparring partner one day. So train yourself, get stronger, lots stronger, and always come after me. If you can be stronger than I am, without the'atrocities' that I commit, then I'll admit that you're right. And if not, well, You can still feel good about trying to stop me. Now, I'll be seeing you around. I hope that you give me more of a challenge next time, kid.'' 
 
 He sheathed his sword at his hip, and turned away. As I watched him walk away, my consciousness faded, and I knew no more. The next thing that I was aware of was waking up surrounded by healers. They called me a hero for driving him back, but that was n't true. I was just some weak kid, who he had taken an interest in. And I knew one thing for sure. I was n't going to stay weak.
