My heart pounded as I dived for my sword, my entire body leaping forward, hand outstretched, reaching for it’s leather-wrapped handle.
My dive was interrupted by a swift, vicious kick into the ribs. My breath shot from my body, forcibly removed from my now-aching-lungs. My opponent, his red and maroon armor glistening, bent down, his sharp features contorted into a smile.
“Don’t you ever learn?” He asked, his voice like fingernails across a chalkboard. “You’re not some hero. You’re not even a fighter. You may think that spirit’s all that matters, but take my word for it, skill with a blade trumps spirit any day.” He said as he lazily spun his sword with his hand. I instantly noticed the trademark spin, a move he always used before chopping down for a fatal blow.
I swung my legs in a wide arc, low to the ground, knocking his legs out from underneath him. He cursed franticly as he fell backwards, his balance lost. I rolled forward, putting all my momentum into a tackle as soon as I came up. We fell backwards in a heap of curses and swings. He quickly gained the upper hand, thanks to his head-butting and kicking with vicious accuracy. I stood my ground for only a moment, quickly beaten down by the onslaught.
As soon as I fell to the ground, I rolled. A good action, considering that as I did so, his blade struck where I formerly laid. Growing angry, he attempted to kick me once more in the ribs, but I caught the leg and pulled up, causing him to topple over, losing the grip of his sword.
As he recovered, I caught the sword as I stood up. He went for my blade, but a whack to the head with the flat of the blade discouraged him.
“See? That’s why you’re not able to protect people, or get your precious tablets back.” Vultraz said as he motioned towards the blade in my hand. “You could have killed me right there. Why didn’t you? Oh, that’s right. You’re not a villain.” He said, answering his own question. “You’re a weak-willed, Toa-loving, peace-keeping hero.” Vultraz said, making the word “Hero” sound like the vilest of insults.
Fuming, I grabbed the other sword from where it laid, my fingers wrapping around it’s handle with ease. As I began to walk towards him, I swung the blades in a variety of ways, attempting to intimidate.
Vultraz’s malevolent grin grew larger and larger as he scuttled backwards. “Good, good. I see you’re thinking about killing me. Why don’t you do it? I’ve killed loved ones of yours. So come on, show me what you’ve got, why don’t you?” He said.
I faltered momentarily, and Vultraz scoffed. “You talk big. You’d never-” He started to say before I swung both swords in a downward stroke at him.
Vultraz nimbly backflipped from where he was getting up, landing on his feet as he cursed in a surprised, almost happy fashion. “Perhaps I was wrong. Maybe you are a fighter,” he said as he lunged forward and ripped his blade from my grasp before I could stop him. “There’s only one way to see, though.” He said as he began to spin the sword all around himself, clearly showing more skill with the weapon than I had.
Before I could make the first move, Vultraz darted forward and slashed, giving me only milliseconds to raise my guard, which I barely managed. Before I could go on the offensive, Vultraz went into a flurry of attacks, forcing me to grip the sword’s hilt with both hands, twirling it in arcs to parry every stroke he made.
And there we stayed for minutes on minutes, dancing the deadly dance of battle.
Edited by Lord Darkon, Apr 20 2012 - 04:01 PM.