(no subject)
Sweat was dripping down his forehead, blinding his sight. Xander couldn’t move fast enough for this. He narrowly avoided ruining everything when he slid along the slick floor.
He could hear the laughing of the spectators, their jeering. All were watching him. He couldn’t keep track of what all he had done, what he had to do. Why had he ever agreed to this? Never had he been more lost, more confused. He didn’t know what he still needed, what his opponent was doing. All he knew was time was running out.
“3”
“2”
“1”
“The Chicken battle is O-VA!”
(BtVS/Iron Chef)
Heh. Watched too much FoodTV recently. No idea if anyone else watches it though =)
He could hear the laughing of the spectators, their jeering. All were watching him. He couldn’t keep track of what all he had done, what he had to do. Why had he ever agreed to this? Never had he been more lost, more confused. He didn’t know what he still needed, what his opponent was doing. All he knew was time was running out.
“3”
“2”
“1”
“The Chicken battle is O-VA!”
(BtVS/Iron Chef)
Heh. Watched too much FoodTV recently. No idea if anyone else watches it though =)