Courtesy of Chao: The sec fight (cont)...
The baldie stood back up. Blood was beginning to flow out of the wound. He curled his lips into a snarl. The eyes were giving off an eerie glint. Malix tried to avoid his glare. Looking around, he found that the shocked expressions were gone. The guys were grinning, confidently. It was impossible not to be affected...
Pepper broke his trance. "Get him back for me. You can do it." He turned to meet her eyes. The discomfort was flushed away. Looking at her, he could feel his energy gather back. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, something moved. He dropped onto all fours, and threw his weight forward. The heels swung right into baldie's face.
As he flipped back onto his feet, he kept his eyes on the body. The slam did not knock him down, and that kick did not make him stay down for long. There was no guarantee he is not going to stand back up once more. He could feel his own knee aching, the guy's head definitely had taken great damage. Any other normal person would have gotten a cracked skull when rammed into the wall like that. He bit his lower lip and waited. Seconds passed, and the body was still. Then he began to relax. He could hear his own heartbeat, and feel the thumping in his chest. Awareness of his surroundings returned. The rest of the gang came back into sight, even though they had always been in his field of vision. Hostility filled the air once again.
His knees bent once more. This position is one he was familiar with. But somehow, this one was different. He could not pin-point the problem, and had no excess capacity to do so. Five muscular guys are standing in front of him, threatening to confront him all at once. And the sixth he just beat had shown him they were not normal guys.
The one in red moved first, and bent down beside the bald one. Taking his time, he fumbled around the body. "I guess you're the first to knock down this brainless guy, other than us of course." he chuckled. He seemed rather glad despite his comrade being knocked cold. As he stood up, his grin grew up wider. His eyes were cold and unfriendly. They were almost reptilian.
With a flick of the wrist, a swiss army knife flew straight for Malix's face. Malix's reflexes made him skip to the left. *Wince* A sharp pain shot up his right leg. Stumbling as all his weight fell to his left, he saw the guy close in. Oof, the knee slammed straight into him. Malix rolled a few metres from the impact. He had managed to block in time, but the force of the kick was too strong. Malix's body stopped listening to him, any attempts to get back up was futile. Legs started to surround him. One by one, they began kicking him. He could barely hear Pepper begging them to stop. Stop... Stop kicking... Pepper... Pepper needs my help... His thoughts grew louder and louder as the noise of the kicks slowly becomes inaudible.
Pepper broke his trance. "Get him back for me. You can do it." He turned to meet her eyes. The discomfort was flushed away. Looking at her, he could feel his energy gather back. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, something moved. He dropped onto all fours, and threw his weight forward. The heels swung right into baldie's face.
As he flipped back onto his feet, he kept his eyes on the body. The slam did not knock him down, and that kick did not make him stay down for long. There was no guarantee he is not going to stand back up once more. He could feel his own knee aching, the guy's head definitely had taken great damage. Any other normal person would have gotten a cracked skull when rammed into the wall like that. He bit his lower lip and waited. Seconds passed, and the body was still. Then he began to relax. He could hear his own heartbeat, and feel the thumping in his chest. Awareness of his surroundings returned. The rest of the gang came back into sight, even though they had always been in his field of vision. Hostility filled the air once again.
His knees bent once more. This position is one he was familiar with. But somehow, this one was different. He could not pin-point the problem, and had no excess capacity to do so. Five muscular guys are standing in front of him, threatening to confront him all at once. And the sixth he just beat had shown him they were not normal guys.
The one in red moved first, and bent down beside the bald one. Taking his time, he fumbled around the body. "I guess you're the first to knock down this brainless guy, other than us of course." he chuckled. He seemed rather glad despite his comrade being knocked cold. As he stood up, his grin grew up wider. His eyes were cold and unfriendly. They were almost reptilian.
With a flick of the wrist, a swiss army knife flew straight for Malix's face. Malix's reflexes made him skip to the left. *Wince* A sharp pain shot up his right leg. Stumbling as all his weight fell to his left, he saw the guy close in. Oof, the knee slammed straight into him. Malix rolled a few metres from the impact. He had managed to block in time, but the force of the kick was too strong. Malix's body stopped listening to him, any attempts to get back up was futile. Legs started to surround him. One by one, they began kicking him. He could barely hear Pepper begging them to stop. Stop... Stop kicking... Pepper... Pepper needs my help... His thoughts grew louder and louder as the noise of the kicks slowly becomes inaudible.
posted by callisoneo at 7:47 PM
2 Comments:
comrade spelt wrongly.. its comrade not comrate.. hah.. anyway 'stop kicking me'.. funny line to me.. hahahah..
heh, thx, edited
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