Defeating a great warrior, better than you, the sweet victory running over your mind like a riveting train wreck, how you jumped free. Your decisions of movement and weight, the directions, feints, the deceit that your soul cried out to go on living, and the warrior believed, how you didn’t have to look to know you had won. The exquisite death cry signaling your own survival. To live another day, one must forget that victory, else, that great warrior really defeated you. Then the real battle starts: the battle against your own mind, your own victory.