Lexion
03-23-2008, 01:12 AM
The arena is big.
The Wastelands are bigger.
My opponent is big.
I'm not....
At 40 summers, I'm a bit old
for this, but I was captured
during a siege. Guess I'm
lucky to still breathe.
Leather harness and gaiter.
I discard the shield. The short
sword will do.
He has a tri-fork and net. Nice.
The cloth is dropped, the crowd
screams for blood.
Not mine. Not today.
He charges, as I plant my feet.
He's too eager. Too young.
Shame.
Feint with the fork, as he flings
the net.
I shy to the left. The net lands
behind me. I reverse my grip on
the sword, as he follows in with
the fork.
I stop the tines, inches from my
loins. He grins the grimace of the
defeated.
I up-swing my sword, throwing
his fork up and away. The tip of
it slices a thin line up his throat.
He screams. Or, tries to. His mouth
forms it, but his wind-pipe gurgles
air and blood.
He comes at me, fork swinging down.
I shy right.
The fork pierces the dirt, seconds
before his body hits it.
I look down at his twitching, young
body. Such a waste.
Once again, I'm free.
Free.
Regards,
Lex
The Wastelands are bigger.
My opponent is big.
I'm not....
At 40 summers, I'm a bit old
for this, but I was captured
during a siege. Guess I'm
lucky to still breathe.
Leather harness and gaiter.
I discard the shield. The short
sword will do.
He has a tri-fork and net. Nice.
The cloth is dropped, the crowd
screams for blood.
Not mine. Not today.
He charges, as I plant my feet.
He's too eager. Too young.
Shame.
Feint with the fork, as he flings
the net.
I shy to the left. The net lands
behind me. I reverse my grip on
the sword, as he follows in with
the fork.
I stop the tines, inches from my
loins. He grins the grimace of the
defeated.
I up-swing my sword, throwing
his fork up and away. The tip of
it slices a thin line up his throat.
He screams. Or, tries to. His mouth
forms it, but his wind-pipe gurgles
air and blood.
He comes at me, fork swinging down.
I shy right.
The fork pierces the dirt, seconds
before his body hits it.
I look down at his twitching, young
body. Such a waste.
Once again, I'm free.
Free.
Regards,
Lex