06-18-2017, 11:12 PM
Finally he’s within the range of my senses. I speed ahead, and the adrenaline cuts through my sleep-deprived brain like a knife, alighting all my senses. Even my persistent headache, worsening since the start of the competition due to senses I’m not yet used to, fades beneath a cloud of satisfying bloodlust.
All the waiting. All the wandering. Finally we get down to what it’s all about.
Power versus power.
He’s stopped ahead of me, prepared for the worst. And then I notice he’s injured. He’s nothing but an old man! Limp and prepared to die.
“Well, well, well!” I grin, spinning my staff. “I wasn’t expecting Father Christmas! Is it my turn for a gift?”
I stop the staff, and my next words come out far lower than I intend. The sleep deprivation twists my growl into something I don’t recognise. But something … something I like. Something new.
“Or is it yours?”
All the waiting. All the wandering. Finally we get down to what it’s all about.
Power versus power.
He’s stopped ahead of me, prepared for the worst. And then I notice he’s injured. He’s nothing but an old man! Limp and prepared to die.
“Well, well, well!” I grin, spinning my staff. “I wasn’t expecting Father Christmas! Is it my turn for a gift?”
I stop the staff, and my next words come out far lower than I intend. The sleep deprivation twists my growl into something I don’t recognise. But something … something I like. Something new.
“Or is it yours?”
Quote:Enel and Hendy are challenging Odin to a fight.
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