Implicated confessions.

Hello viewers. I have been working on this short story for sometime but I keep on getting writers block, so I just decided to post it on here for the reason of your feed back to encourage me to continue. This story is about two people crossing paths and u

A village ablaze. Flames dance seductively, reaching to the night sky above and swaying to the hollow music of the wind. A man stood a fair distance from the village ablaze, eyes fixed on the mesmerizing fire dance that performed wonderfully in front of him.
                    This man stood tall and strong, with armour and weapon that protected him and intimidated them. His attire; scared, his weapon; his pride. A fair man with fair looks that wondered and walked alone and satisfied.  
          He ganders silently at the village ablaze making no comment or remark. His silence was enough to put uneasy hearts to rest, broken minds to ease and unwanted bonds to unshackle. His naturally stern persona hid his age, his experiences, his mind, and his words.  
                   He heaves his slumbering scythe off the ground and onto his shoulder then proceeds forward intending to enter the quite and murky womb of the woods. His foot steps heavy with direction and confidence continuing to walk his ground in search for suitable area to rest for the night.
         In search of this unknown place this fair man notices acute foot steps following his. Paying no mind to it he prolongs his search when suddenly the acute foot steps transformed into a thud.
                Curiosity clutches his psyche causing him to act hastily and prepare for battle, but his action takes an unnecessary turn when he discovers that this threatening and dangerous spontaneous situation was neither dangerous nor threatening. He places his weapon down in disappointment as he lays his attention on a shadowed figure lying lifeless in front of him. The man exhales as he places his scythe down then twisting it into the ground creating a slight imprint in the moist skin of the earth. He ponders for a moment still observing the unknown body in front of him as he waits for a decision to fabricate in his mind. Yet as moment pass the body did not move nor quiver. The man steps forward a few inches closer to the body. Still holding on to his weapon he analyzes it for a quick second before deciding to depart and allowing its eternal rest.
               After his decision was made he once more heaves his weapon and his pride over his shoulder and continues his journey when suddenly the sound of a stretching arm and the feel of a hand enveloping his ankle take him by disbelief. Startled the fair man acts quickly by clutching his scythe tightly with both hands and swinging elegantly towards the enemy. As the scythe drew closer to its destination the fair man eyes coupled with his spontaneous enemy causing him to swerve his scythe 30 degrees away from his destination, thrashing this scythe into a tree that stood tall and strong above both man and  foe.  
              
     “Ahhh!!”  The voice of a female liquidated the solemn silence of the forest causing the fair man to conclude that no harm was done to his no longer female enemy. Then all goes silent, no wind no sound. All enveloped by the siren of silence once more.

The man holds his position as does the no-longer-female-foe as though time stopped for them both. The man pulls out his scythe from the thick bark of the tree, straightens his posture then glances once more at her. Finally the fair man’s hollow gaze disconnect from hers. Heaving his pride over his shoulder he continues onward leaving her to her own solitude.
       “No wait!” The man continues his path.
       “Please, wait!” He deflects her pleads.
       “Please…ugh,” The fair man takes notice at the grunts and moans of pain that she exhales while attempting to move. He pauses his steps and turns to her slightly.
                              “Please kind sir…could you direct me to a safe…place?” The female struggles to her feet.
       “Kind…..?” the man questions aloud.
       “Please sir, don’t leave me here,” the female continues to plead for his aid.