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And now a short story <_< |
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"A fight between friends"
The two stared at eachother, the intent and rage blazing in their eyes. One of them, taller, slightly less built than the other, wearing the garb of a martial arts practitioner clutched a pair of katars. The other, older, garbed in a pair of time-warm jeans and a leather jacket, with the arms removed clutched a lead pipe in his left hand and a long chain in the other. The younger grinned and in a split second was in the air, the only sound to be heard was the slight rustle of his loose-fitting clothing. He drew his katars together and let them slide against eachother, making a loud grinding sound, nearly as much so as a blade being sharpened upon whetstone. He landed just in front of his foe, letting his right arm extend in a sweep, as he left hand drew behing him for stability, to blade of the katar on an arc toward the shorter's stomache. Pipe met blade in a brilliant display of sparks, followed by a kick from the pipe weilder to the other's stomache, sending him reeling back. This, however, was not all as the pipe-weilder now advanced, the sound of the combat boots he wore was crisp against the ground. As he ran forward, he wrapped the chain around his fist, and once in close enough range, he threw a punch with that armored fist, crashing into the younger's face, sending him reeling even moreso. He went for another, but his foe had caught on and let himself fall backwards, and roll, so as to gain a decent position to attack. The advancing pipe-weilder stopped, and the two faced off yet again. The younger- the katar weilder- spit to his side. Blood mingled with saliva. The older advanced again, with a downward swing on the lead pipe. The younger jumped back, however, and took the oppourtunity to run up the length of the three foot pipe, as well as the length of the attacker's arm. Once in position, he crouched, one foot on the older's shoulder, the other on his elbow, and rose again, quickly, flipping, with great momentum, both of his feet striking the older's face, with enough force to bring him from his feet, which it did. The younger landed gracefully, and, as he did, the older's chain found his ankle, wrapped around his, and swept him from his feet. The older was on his feet now, swinging at the younger with his lead pipe, missing, as the younger continously rolled away. Sparks and chunks of gravel flew as the pipe his the ground.Seizing a split-second oppurtunity, the younger sweeped around, sending the older to his back yet again. The younger rolled to his side, and regained stability quickly, next to the older, quickly setting his weapon gently against his foe's neck. The simulated room began to deteriorate, as did the weapons, and the two stood up, shook hands, and bade eachother a good day.
Argh >_> It's not supposed to sound like the Matrix. <_< Just wanted to do a simulated-room fight >_>
 Kwaikos · Tue Mar 21, 2006 @ 04:40am · 0 Comments |
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