"Survival Tactics: The Cowardly or Clever?"

The three warriors stood in silence, their gazes locked in a tense stare.

The sounds of explosions echoed in the background, as the battle raged on.

Space ships and buildings crumbled, their ruins raining down on the battlefield.

Sounds of chaos filled the air around them.

You could hear the screeches of spaceships, the muffled cries of pain, and the crashing of buildings as they crumbled to the ground.

Fire and smoke billowed from the exploding structures, casting an orange hue over the desolate wasteland that once was a bustling city.

The smell of gunpowder, blood, and fire was pungent and thick, filling their nostrils and making it hard to breathe.

As the tension between them grew, their bodies tensed, preparing for the inevitable battle.

Sweat began to bead on their foreheads, and Asher could feel his hands growing slick as they held onto his crimson red daggers.

It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was the three of them and their opponents.

The world around them faded away, and they became hyper-focused on their opponents' every move.

As the Navi made the first move, Asher and the soldier were already in a state of heightened awareness, ready to respond to any threat.

The Navi's sword glinted in the dim light as it made its way towards the soldier, who was quick to parry with his axe.

The sound of metal meeting metal echoed throughout the battlefield, setting the tone for the intense fight that was about to ensue.

The sound was deafening, but the three warriors didn't flinch.

They were in a state of heightened awareness, where nothing else mattered but the fight in front of them.

As the Navi continued his relentless attack, the soldier kept pace, countering each strike with a fierce determination.

Asher watched from the sidelines, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of an opening.

The sound of clashing swords filled the air as the two combatants fought on, neither one backing down.

The Navi was a master swordsman, his movements graceful and precise.

But the soldier was equally skilled, his strength and tenacity making up for any lack of finesse.

The two of them continued to trade blows, their weapons creating a symphony of destruction as they clashed against each other.

In the background, the sounds of buildings crumbling and exploding, spaceships and gunfire could be heard, but the two warriors were so focused on each other that they barely registered the chaos around them.

They were in a world of their own, their weapons the only thing that mattered.

"HA!" The soldier shouted, attacking with all his might, his axe pushing the Navi back.

Asher seized the opportunity, moving with lightning speed.

He stepped onto a piece of the crumbling building and shot straight forward, his crimson daggers reflecting the fiery environment around them.

The Navi was quick, dodging just in time to avoid a fatal blow to the throat.

But Asher was relentless, his blades slicing through the air and cutting a long gash from the Navi's shoulder down to his hip on the other side.

The Navi staggered back, his hand pressing against the wound as blood flowed freely.

The Navi cursed in disgust as he stumbled back from the sharp slice of Asher's crimson daggers.

"You fight like a coward!" he sneered. "A true warrior would face their opponent head-on, not sneak up from behind like a rat!"

Asher was momentarily taken aback by the Navi's words. He hadn't expected him to speak in a language he could understand.

But as he looked at the metal neckplate around the Navi's neck, he guessed that was probably how he was able to understand.

He was also helpless, being just 14 years old, he was at a disadvantage in terms of strength compared to a early-ranked bronze being.

Thus, he was forced to rely on stealth and cunning tactics rather than brute force in battle.

"I fight to survive," Asher replied coldly, his eyes never leaving the Navi. "And if that means using my speed and agility to outsmart and sneak attack my opponent using dirty tacticts, then so be it."

"Survival at all costs, huh?" The Navi chuckled, a smirk forming on his face.

"Well, I won't make it that easy for you. My duty as a warrior is to face my enemies head-on, and I won't disappoint my duty today."

The Navi raised his sword, ready for another round.

Asher and the soldier exchanged a fierce look, their eyes communicating their plan with lightning speed.

This time, the Navi was even more vigilant and kept a closer eye on Asher.

The two of them rushed forward, with the soldier in front and Asher in the back.

They launched their attack, the soldier taking the lead with a mighty downward slash of his axe.

The Navi nimbly dodged, using the momentum of the soldier's attack to deflect the axe and send it crashing into the ground.

In that momentary hesitation, the Navi struck with lightning-fast precision, his sword lashing out in a deadly side slash.

But Asher was ready, his daggers coming up to deflect the attack with a clang that echoed through the battlefield.

The strength of the strike made Asher's arms tremble and numb, but he used the force to somersault backwards, gaining precious distance from his enemy.

With the soldier's axe still stuck in the ground, the soldier pivoted and unleashed a powerful left hook to the Navi's jaw.

The Navi was caught off guard and stumbled, momentarily dazed as his hybrid long sword slipped from his grasp.

In that instant, Asher seized the opportunity.

With lightning speed, he moved in and plunged one of his knives into the Navi's heart.

Everything happened in just a matter of seconds.

But the Navi was not defeated yet.

With a mighty grunt, he awoke from his pain and punched Asher square in the face, sending him stumbling backwards with a broken nose and a spray of blood.

The soldier saw his chance and quickly took possession of the long sword, reaching forward with a swift, decisive stab to the Navi's head.

The Navi stood for a moment, teetering on the brink of death, before finally collapsing in a heap, defeated at last.

As the Navi's life faded away, a final, deathly stillness took hold.

The air around him was heavy with the scent of his blood, which spilled out from the mortal wounds inflicted upon him.

The dagger in his heart pulsed with each final beat, before falling limp, and the sword in his head lay embedded deep within his skull, a brutal testament to the violence of the battle.

The Navi's eyes, once so full of life and cunning, now looked glassy and void, all light extinguished forever.

His once-proud form was now nothing more than a lifeless husk, and all that remained was the memory of the battle that had taken his life.