12-03-2016, 07:35 PM
The Sage watched his enemy blink out of existence, followed the pale streak as it flashed towards and then past him. Hiro was there, a short distance away, chest heaving. His reformed glass blade gleamed, glowing in the last fingers of the fading sunlight. The Sage realized he was holding his breath, that was flashy, boy, but you botched it. The Sage thought with a hint of contempt. As soon as he opened his mouth to taunt the lad however, he realized his mistake.
His lungs all but collapsed as the slash made its presence known. He hacked, dropping to one knee, heaving as he tried futilely to force air back into his lungs. Hiro turned, swiped a rag down the length of his katana, and re-sheathed this. “Are you done yet, Gramps?” the hacker grunted with exhaustion. He’s near the end of his rope as well.
The Sage grit his teeth, growling in defiance he forced himself up onto one knee and then staggered into some semblance of a fighting stance. Hiro groaned, “Would you stop fighting already!” He shouted in frustration. “Just accept you’ve lost!” The Samurai drew his remaining tanto, and dashed across the rooftop to prevent the battle from restarting.
The Sage swiped upward as Hiro neared, sending the tanto sailing away into the air. The glittering blade arcing over the edge of the roof and out of sight. Hiro hopped back, katana flashing back out of its scabbard, “It’s time we finished this, Murderer.” He muttered, and brought the katana down in a blazing-fast overhead slash. The Sage jerked left, one hand reaching into his pouch and dueling cane placed carefully. Wood peeled as the glass blade scraped along his cane’s length. As the katana slid towards his hand, the Sage let go of his weapon. The wooden stave spun in the air as Hiro’s strike flashed down.
Catching the top of his cane, the Sage whipped out another set of bolas, swinging two of the weighted ends into Hiro’s face, smashing into his goggles, and shattering one of the frames. The Samurai shouted in pain, twisting his katana as he stumbled back and cutting a gash in the Sage’s leg. Both combatants stood there, barely able to fight. Lacerations covered the Sage, and although veins of ink snaked over him to knit the wounds, blood continued to seep from his injuries. Hiro was little better off, large bruises swelled on his body, and his one eye squinted shut to avoid the slivers of glass in his shattered lens.
As the sun continued its descent they stared each other down, “You have fought well, Hiro Protagonist. The Empire should be proud of their pawn.” The Sage grunted, “But this fight is soon to end.” He began pacing left, circling towards Hiro’s blinded eye. “You fight with purpose, and that is admirable.” The Samurai watched him, shifting stance, katana held ready for an attack. “You fight with power, and that is enviable.” The Sage continued as he paced, his foe a silhouette against the setting sun. Without warning, The Sage dashed further left, circling inward towards Hiro’s exposed flank. The Samurai jerked around to face the incoming attack, but the sudden light of the sun in his eye caused him to squint. His guard dropped and the Sage seized on the moment, leaping into the air and bringing his cane down in a double-handed swipe. “But you fight unaware of your surroundings, and that your mistake.” Hiro brought his katana up as the Sage’s strike came down, and the weapons clashed with an echo of finality.
His lungs all but collapsed as the slash made its presence known. He hacked, dropping to one knee, heaving as he tried futilely to force air back into his lungs. Hiro turned, swiped a rag down the length of his katana, and re-sheathed this. “Are you done yet, Gramps?” the hacker grunted with exhaustion. He’s near the end of his rope as well.
The Sage grit his teeth, growling in defiance he forced himself up onto one knee and then staggered into some semblance of a fighting stance. Hiro groaned, “Would you stop fighting already!” He shouted in frustration. “Just accept you’ve lost!” The Samurai drew his remaining tanto, and dashed across the rooftop to prevent the battle from restarting.
The Sage swiped upward as Hiro neared, sending the tanto sailing away into the air. The glittering blade arcing over the edge of the roof and out of sight. Hiro hopped back, katana flashing back out of its scabbard, “It’s time we finished this, Murderer.” He muttered, and brought the katana down in a blazing-fast overhead slash. The Sage jerked left, one hand reaching into his pouch and dueling cane placed carefully. Wood peeled as the glass blade scraped along his cane’s length. As the katana slid towards his hand, the Sage let go of his weapon. The wooden stave spun in the air as Hiro’s strike flashed down.
Catching the top of his cane, the Sage whipped out another set of bolas, swinging two of the weighted ends into Hiro’s face, smashing into his goggles, and shattering one of the frames. The Samurai shouted in pain, twisting his katana as he stumbled back and cutting a gash in the Sage’s leg. Both combatants stood there, barely able to fight. Lacerations covered the Sage, and although veins of ink snaked over him to knit the wounds, blood continued to seep from his injuries. Hiro was little better off, large bruises swelled on his body, and his one eye squinted shut to avoid the slivers of glass in his shattered lens.
As the sun continued its descent they stared each other down, “You have fought well, Hiro Protagonist. The Empire should be proud of their pawn.” The Sage grunted, “But this fight is soon to end.” He began pacing left, circling towards Hiro’s blinded eye. “You fight with purpose, and that is admirable.” The Samurai watched him, shifting stance, katana held ready for an attack. “You fight with power, and that is enviable.” The Sage continued as he paced, his foe a silhouette against the setting sun. Without warning, The Sage dashed further left, circling inward towards Hiro’s exposed flank. The Samurai jerked around to face the incoming attack, but the sudden light of the sun in his eye caused him to squint. His guard dropped and the Sage seized on the moment, leaping into the air and bringing his cane down in a double-handed swipe. “But you fight unaware of your surroundings, and that your mistake.” Hiro brought his katana up as the Sage’s strike came down, and the weapons clashed with an echo of finality.
Quote:exactly 600 words.
Sage used dueling cane.
Hiro used Regretful Tanto and glass Katana.
Left the fight in a state of flux, so the judge can decide who wins.
If history is to become legend, it first must be recorded.