Le Gasp! Une histoire originale?! Impossible!
So I had this idea for a longer story (FIRST ONE THAT I WILL COMPLETE. I'll force myself to.) And here is a character sketch...well sort of two characters in one.
Thoughts wanted really badly. Critique would be ♥
He kicks the air, oxygen atoms and hydrogen and nitrogen scattering, creating a whistling sound. Another kick follows immediately after, roundhouse. Shift, jab, duck. Claw, spin, one-two slashes.
His opponent is his worst enemy, invisible, invincible. Nonexistent.
His dark hair flies as he jumps, spins, kick, kick, slash. The kamas in his hand cuts the air, two dangerous arcs of steel.
He is a whirlwind of motion, sometimes blurry, sometimes defined. Suddenly he stops, involuntarily, because in front of him is a tanned hand, tense from the pressure of blocking the kick. He smirks, eyes trailing up to meet the light blue eyes of his “sparring” partner and is once again a blur of motion. But this time there’s a second blur, matching him.
Overhead block, left, right, outside-in.
They spar, but it’s not really a spar. They only call it that to have a moral boundary that would remind them of where they are. Really, it's a fight to the death.
Neither held back, for if one did, there would be a casualty. They fight like this often, using every bit of energy they have, usually ending from exhaustion. It was still something to enjoy though, the excitement of the battle, the bunkai of their training.
It ends when the dark-haired man presses a kama to the other’s neck. The sound of heavy breathing is prevalent in the ecru-colored training room. The other man laughs a little.
“You win this one, Alouette.”
Alouette withdraws his weapons slowly, as if the other would counterattack, but there is no movement from him this time.
“Let’s go wash up huh? We can’t go to dinner like this, or else Lena will starve us.”
Alouette scowls and looks away from the blond man, who once again laughs.
“Come on.” He slings a shoulder over Alouette’s skinny frame and pulls him towards the door.
Alouette snarls, “Stop it, or I really I will kill you.” But he ignores the empty threat and they walk slowly towards the showers together.
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kamas- miniatures scythes from some type of martial arts. Traditional karate doesn't have any weapons.
bunkai- practical application of kata(aka techniques)
AND forgive for use of random japanese word in this story? I couldn't help it.
Thoughts wanted really badly. Critique would be ♥
He kicks the air, oxygen atoms and hydrogen and nitrogen scattering, creating a whistling sound. Another kick follows immediately after, roundhouse. Shift, jab, duck. Claw, spin, one-two slashes.
His opponent is his worst enemy, invisible, invincible. Nonexistent.
His dark hair flies as he jumps, spins, kick, kick, slash. The kamas in his hand cuts the air, two dangerous arcs of steel.
He is a whirlwind of motion, sometimes blurry, sometimes defined. Suddenly he stops, involuntarily, because in front of him is a tanned hand, tense from the pressure of blocking the kick. He smirks, eyes trailing up to meet the light blue eyes of his “sparring” partner and is once again a blur of motion. But this time there’s a second blur, matching him.
Overhead block, left, right, outside-in.
They spar, but it’s not really a spar. They only call it that to have a moral boundary that would remind them of where they are. Really, it's a fight to the death.
Neither held back, for if one did, there would be a casualty. They fight like this often, using every bit of energy they have, usually ending from exhaustion. It was still something to enjoy though, the excitement of the battle, the bunkai of their training.
It ends when the dark-haired man presses a kama to the other’s neck. The sound of heavy breathing is prevalent in the ecru-colored training room. The other man laughs a little.
“You win this one, Alouette.”
Alouette withdraws his weapons slowly, as if the other would counterattack, but there is no movement from him this time.
“Let’s go wash up huh? We can’t go to dinner like this, or else Lena will starve us.”
Alouette scowls and looks away from the blond man, who once again laughs.
“Come on.” He slings a shoulder over Alouette’s skinny frame and pulls him towards the door.
Alouette snarls, “Stop it, or I really I will kill you.” But he ignores the empty threat and they walk slowly towards the showers together.
--
kamas- miniatures scythes from some type of martial arts. Traditional karate doesn't have any weapons.
bunkai- practical application of kata(aka techniques)
AND forgive for use of random japanese word in this story? I couldn't help it.