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No Holds Barred: 3d/?
anonymous
September 1 2012, 02:38:17 UTC
“I can fight,” John says.
This causes uproarious laughter among the other three men, and even the two who won't speak English start smiling.
“Rip you in half,” Ekene affirms. He makes a violent gesture to demonstrate. “Like a weed. Like a little twig.”
“I can take 'im,” a scarred man puts in. He's bigger and heavier than Barsad, who so far has taken no part in this conversation.
“He about broke your arm last time,” Ekene scoffs. The other shrugs.
“Shoulder was stiff. It was rainy.”
“It's always stiff. Maybe you ask him nice enough, Bane will rip it off for you. Like he almost did Talia's gift, eh?”
“Talia?” John asks.
The man flutters his eyelashes. “Bane's beloved.”
The third man cuts in. “He doesn't need Talia now. He's got this one.” He indicates John, and they start laughing again. John has eaten his apple by now; Ekene neatly bisects a pear and throws half to him.
“Keep up your strength, he'll be back soon and lonely!” he says. They roar with laughter, and John tries not to squirm queasily. Bane hasn't touched him yet-why are these men so convinced that he will?
“Enough,” Barsad finally speaks, silencing them at once. He's looking at the younger man. “Don't speak of things you know nothing about.”
“Hah.” Ekene waves a hand. “You gonna fight Basir, or what?”
Barsad pauses, knifetip hovering over his apple. “After eating,” he says at last. The others cheer, Basir cracking his knuckles pointedly.
John is surprised when he gets to go with them to the roof to watch the fight. There's a few other soldiers hanging around who wander over, interested, when they see Barsad and Basir facing off. Barsad stands there, loose-limbed and languid, while Basir gears himself up with a little shadow-boxing.
John's actually looking forward to this, but the ending is so fast as to be almost anticlimactic. Basir gives a yell and rushes at Barsad, fists flying. In a blur, Barsad slips out of the way, hits in him the stomach, then the jaw when he starts to double over, and then sweeps his footing out from under him. The surrounding men all cheer while Barsad graciously helps the other man to his feet.
“Where'd he learn to fight?” John asks Ekene, the one most likely to reply. He's right: the younger mercenary is eager to boast on Barsad's behalf.
“Militia. Then the League of Shadows. Good, eh? You think twice about running away from this bastard now, huh?”
“League of Shadows?” John asks.
“Ninjas, from the mountains.”
“He's a ninja?”
A hush falls over all of them suddenly, and John turns. Bane is there, standing by the doorway to the roof with his hands at his vest, surveying them all coolly.
“Having fun?” he asks dryly, raising an eyebrow.
Ekene breaks the silence, nudging Barsad. “You wanna take 'im, too?”
Bane walks closer. Everyone moves back except for Barsad, who straightens his spine, expression unchanging. For a second, John thinks they actually are going to fight. Then Bane raises a hand, arm bent at the elbow. Barsad smiles and clasps it.
It's a brief, surprisingly brotherly gesture.
That's when John first has a thought: Barsad could be the triggerman.
Bane draws back after a second, gestures loosely to John and says, “Take him to my bedroom.”
“Hah.” Ekene punches John lightly in the ribs, smiling wryly, before Barsad takes him away. “Like I said. Keep up your strength, friend. You gonna need it.”
--- That's all for tonight. Thanks for the comments! And haha, seriously, what the heck was up with Barsad's accent? xD
Re: No Holds Barred: 3d/?
anonymous
September 1 2012, 04:23:41 UTC
I love how you've included Barsad, and the personalities of Bane's militia. Can't wait to read the next chapter!! You're writing style is fabulous. ♥ ♥ ♥
Re: No Holds Barred: 3d/?
anonymous
September 1 2012, 21:29:32 UTC
Holy crap, this is glorious! Well done!
On a side note, if the prompt that inspired this was this one , then that's mine, which would make me the pseudo-OP, and pseudo-OP is very, very happy!
Re: No Holds Barred: 3d/?bluetiloSeptember 2 2012, 03:02:09 UTC
Oh my effing god
I was already deeply in love with this fill, but you took it to a different level. I adore you and your fill. Bane's POV blew me away.
Usually I don't read WIPs because 8 times out of 10 they get abandoned, but I'm so glad I decided to read yours.
It's hard to say a minor character like Barsad seems canon when we saw so little of him on screen, but you managed to read between the lines and created an incredibly well written character. Pretty pretty ~please~ keep on writing.
This causes uproarious laughter among the other three men, and even the two who won't speak English start smiling.
“Rip you in half,” Ekene affirms. He makes a violent gesture to demonstrate. “Like a weed. Like a little twig.”
“I can take 'im,” a scarred man puts in. He's bigger and heavier than Barsad, who so far has taken no part in this conversation.
“He about broke your arm last time,” Ekene scoffs. The other shrugs.
“Shoulder was stiff. It was rainy.”
“It's always stiff. Maybe you ask him nice enough, Bane will rip it off for you. Like he almost did Talia's gift, eh?”
“Talia?” John asks.
The man flutters his eyelashes. “Bane's beloved.”
The third man cuts in. “He doesn't need Talia now. He's got this one.” He indicates John, and they start laughing again. John has eaten his apple by now; Ekene neatly bisects a pear and throws half to him.
“Keep up your strength, he'll be back soon and lonely!” he says. They roar with laughter, and John tries not to squirm queasily. Bane hasn't touched him yet-why are these men so convinced that he will?
“Enough,” Barsad finally speaks, silencing them at once. He's looking at the younger man. “Don't speak of things you know nothing about.”
“Hah.” Ekene waves a hand. “You gonna fight Basir, or what?”
Barsad pauses, knifetip hovering over his apple. “After eating,” he says at last. The others cheer, Basir cracking his knuckles pointedly.
John is surprised when he gets to go with them to the roof to watch the fight. There's a few other soldiers hanging around who wander over, interested, when they see Barsad and Basir facing off. Barsad stands there, loose-limbed and languid, while Basir gears himself up with a little shadow-boxing.
John's actually looking forward to this, but the ending is so fast as to be almost anticlimactic. Basir gives a yell and rushes at Barsad, fists flying. In a blur, Barsad slips out of the way, hits in him the stomach, then the jaw when he starts to double over, and then sweeps his footing out from under him. The surrounding men all cheer while Barsad graciously helps the other man to his feet.
“Where'd he learn to fight?” John asks Ekene, the one most likely to reply. He's right: the younger mercenary is eager to boast on Barsad's behalf.
“Militia. Then the League of Shadows. Good, eh? You think twice about running away from this bastard now, huh?”
“League of Shadows?” John asks.
“Ninjas, from the mountains.”
“He's a ninja?”
A hush falls over all of them suddenly, and John turns. Bane is there, standing by the doorway to the roof with his hands at his vest, surveying them all coolly.
“Having fun?” he asks dryly, raising an eyebrow.
Ekene breaks the silence, nudging Barsad. “You wanna take 'im, too?”
Bane walks closer. Everyone moves back except for Barsad, who straightens his spine, expression unchanging. For a second, John thinks they actually are going to fight. Then Bane raises a hand, arm bent at the elbow. Barsad smiles and clasps it.
It's a brief, surprisingly brotherly gesture.
That's when John first has a thought: Barsad could be the triggerman.
Bane draws back after a second, gestures loosely to John and says, “Take him to my bedroom.”
“Hah.” Ekene punches John lightly in the ribs, smiling wryly, before Barsad takes him away. “Like I said. Keep up your strength, friend. You gonna need it.”
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That's all for tonight. Thanks for the comments! And haha, seriously, what the heck was up with Barsad's accent? xD
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On a side note, if the prompt that inspired this was this one , then that's mine, which would make me the pseudo-OP, and pseudo-OP is very, very happy!
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tysm anon, this is glorious so far! I love your Barsad.
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I was already deeply in love with this fill, but you took it to a different level. I adore you and your fill. Bane's POV blew me away.
Usually I don't read WIPs because 8 times out of 10 they get abandoned, but I'm so glad I decided to read yours.
It's hard to say a minor character like Barsad seems canon when we saw so little of him on screen, but you managed to read between the lines and created an incredibly well written character.
Pretty pretty ~please~ keep on writing.
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