It's incomplete, but I've been working on a novel. I'll amend this as much as possible until thye chapter is done. Bear with me.
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"Phoenix Knight"
Chapter 1: The Inquisition
The odds weren’t fair, but that didn’t matter.
Orion grasped the hilt of his sword, grinning smugly as he held it defensively in front of him. Two other boys his age presented their weapons--a sword and a quarterstaff--and looked prepared for combat as well. They lunged. A CRACK! As Orion parries the staff in time to press the flat of his sword to block the latter. He shoved his opponent to the ground, knocked the wretch’s weapon away, and pointed his own sword at the fallen’s throat. Just then, a scream from behind Orion revealed the first attacker charging from behind, staff raised overhead like a savage and his axe. Calmly, Orion grabbed his opponent’s staff and jerked it out of his hands, sending him tumbling.
Sword pointed down upon his enemies, Orion tossed aside the staff and laughed.
“My dear friends, you’ve rusted in ability. Perhaps you should leave the fighting to the real men,” he jeered playfully.
The young man who used a sword sat up and scoffed. “Defeated by wood and luck. Had we been using steel, I’d have cut you thrice!” With this, he shoved Orion’s wooden sword out of his face.
Orion laughed again, this time more heartily than mockingly. “You never hit me once, let alone had a grip on your sword, Harris.”
The other man groaned. Orion glanced at him. “And Adrion, air makes a wonderful opponent, but even he managed to avoid your erratic strikes.”
Orion helped Adrion to his feet, but such an offer was rejected by Harris, who sulked as he dragged himself to his feet. Both men recovered their weapons. Harris was bitter over his loss, but neither of his cohorts took any notice.
“Come on,” challenged Orion, “let’s have another go!”
Adrion groaned. “Come on, Orion, you’ve already proven your mettle. Give it a rest!”
Orion merely shook his head and turned to Harris.
“And what of you, Harris? Are you so saddened by the defeat handed to you of one half your size, that you cannot bear to raise your sword?”
That was it. Harris turned and brought his sword down with a sickening CRACK as it made contact with the leather plates on the shoulders of Orion’s armor.
“Spelndid shot, mate” he commented, wincing.
Harris nodded, pointing his blade and finger at Orion simultaneously. “You remember your place,” he said through half-gritted teeth.
Orion was always sure that he did. Harris was a man with an intimidating stature. Tall, muscle-bound and dark-skinned, he almost resembled an Orc in build. His long hair was braided into dreadlocks, and were tied back in a ponytail of sorts, revealing a menacing face that only a mother could love, graced with a thick, yet short set of facial hair around his thin lips. Harris wore very light armor, but was compensated for with a large sword slung to his back.
Orion paled in comparison, being a thin, tall, nimble boy. He had sturdy muscles on his thin arms, fortified with hardened, studded leather breastplate and bracers. His long, brown hair was tied back into a ponytail as well, and he carried a broadsword at his side. Next to Harris, Orion compared like a twig to a mighty oak.
Which left much to be desired from Adrion, who was a wiry boy with hardly any build at all--his poor, baggy clothing and muddy blonde hair making him look like more of a peddler. Each of them had known each other since youth, and though they had their differences, they were like brothers.
As soon as Orion recovered from Harris’s blow, the trio noticed the faint, approaching noise of thundering hooves. |
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Update
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Jul. 16th, 2005 @ 12:00 am
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Well, things couldn't be better right now. I'll elaborate.
--This week, I've had the unfortunate experience to be hooked on DDR. For those who do not know, DDR is a dancing game called "Dance Dance Revolution", which roughly (and properly) translates to "Dance Your Ass Off, You Geek".
After entering a tournament, I got knocked out in the finals, and spent the rest of the night PRACTICING.
Captain Jack's "Dream a Dream" on Light Mode makes you want to commit Hari-Kiri with a MokDo. It's that hard. Fun, though.
Speaking of MokDos...
--I've taken up KumDo while I've been at Coe for Upward Bound. I've taken a liking to it, and I've found a Mokdo (wooden katana) that fits my grip. They're all the same (except for a rather poorly-made, crooked Mokdo)but the Mokdo tha tI use seems to fit my hand enough for me to lay better strikes. (Headshot, wrist-shot, cut-through)
--Next week, we're off to Atlanta. Woohoo. Six Flags. Zoo. Bunch of fun. Hurricane Dennis (or maybe something "E"...."Estelle?" Sounds ugly enough.)
--Next week is my ex-girlfriend's birthday. Being a nice guy, I'll be placing a call to wish her a good birthday. :)
So. There's my boring life. I'll keep you posted. Till then, keep your stick on the ice.Current Mood:  accomplished Current Music: Metallica: No Leaf Clover |
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