Counter Punch
Written for 15minuteficlets for the word Empty. No utter clue what this is from, other than it didn't have a fannish connection in my head. The only real inspiration sadly was watching tennis for the last two weeks.
I'm spent. I have nothing left to give. I've tried my hardest, but I cannot crack his defenses. He just doesn't seem to have any weaknesses. Punch and counter punch, attack and defend. I strike him and he strikes back even harder. I barely have time to parry the blow. The last one knocks the wind out of me. He crows over the finished point. He thinks he has me beaten. Somehow I find the way to get up. Somewhere I find the reserves of strength and energy. I have to fight him. He has been on the attack for the entire time. We'll just see how he likes a little taste of his own medicine.
I see the look in his eyes. Is that fear? With each mistake, I see the look amplified. Is that doubt creeping into his mind? Or is it just surprise that I'm still fighting this long?
"I should have finished you off when I had the chance." That look says.
When I send him recoiling from the final volley, I snarl to myself, "Yeah, you should have!"
I'm spent. I have nothing left to give. I've tried my hardest, but I cannot crack his defenses. He just doesn't seem to have any weaknesses. Punch and counter punch, attack and defend. I strike him and he strikes back even harder. I barely have time to parry the blow. The last one knocks the wind out of me. He crows over the finished point. He thinks he has me beaten. Somehow I find the way to get up. Somewhere I find the reserves of strength and energy. I have to fight him. He has been on the attack for the entire time. We'll just see how he likes a little taste of his own medicine.
I see the look in his eyes. Is that fear? With each mistake, I see the look amplified. Is that doubt creeping into his mind? Or is it just surprise that I'm still fighting this long?
"I should have finished you off when I had the chance." That look says.
When I send him recoiling from the final volley, I snarl to myself, "Yeah, you should have!"