Just Because We're Angry. (artemisa)

Aidan Shura-Gabriel Ferro

Let me say one thing…

Thrill and Anger. That is all my body feels. Somehow, despite the fact that two of my attacks have been for nothing, my whole being likes this. Because this time I can actually call this a fight, and I first notice it when she jumps back, hitting my wrist so that it goes upwards. It barely hurts though, almost nothing which could in fact be a lie, considering how much more I am concentrated in fighting rather than seeing how badly hit I am. And the idea of imagining more fighting makes my blood rush faster through my veins, powering my fists and legs to fight to my full potential.

I try to remember anything that might want to keep me from fighting, but just as before, nothing comes up. No command or signal of something that wants to halt my fight appears. And I feel for the first time in a long while that sense of sudden relief when two opposites are not fighting inside of me, trying to control my own self. It seems rather disappointing that I am glad for my moral to be absent within me, but as long as it keeps on driving me insane, I am not going to accept it in my head, just as I would not accept impulsion. Although, I should not start to get glad because I know that they have the ability to perturb my mind whenever they please.

All that is left…

I look at her for a second, remembering how she gazed at me with fear moments earlier. Is this how I am viewed right now? Am I viewed like a being that is somehow desperate, reckless, insensitive, and dangerous? This is not what I ever intended on wanting. And I am nothing like this. But for some reason, I am not caring much about how I am viewed right now. For one, this is a fight, where people unleash their anger amongst the combat skills. Perhaps if I had gone mad at my house, which is unlikely, I would care about what is to lose when trying to have fun at all costs.

And once more, I cautiously drop my gaze to look at the whispering wind cross through the street, carrying pieces of dust and leaf across. It is a good distraction to me so that I can catch my breath in tranquility. That way I can think of my future plans regarding the fight. But after my quick rest is over, I find myself staring her again for a split of a second; perhaps wondering what combination of attacks she might want to do next. I quickly brace myself alert for anything coming at my way. She caught me once off guard, but this time she will not be able to, even if she successfully lands a punch on me.

Paralyzed by myself…

Suddenly, I find a familiar rush of cold air approaching me. This time, though, my hair is not in my way, nor is anything in fact for that matter. The only thing that is an obstacle for me, if I want to, is me. But I am sure that with me being the only possible detour present, it is safe to assume that I will not find myself distracted by anything since I am completely focused on my opponent’s attack. I quickly build my muscles tense to become a barrier if I cannot deflect the hit in time. But the speed of her punch is forthcoming with stealth. And because I am facing the only thing that provokes light, it is almost a disadvantage for me since the light bulb is clouding my view from the attack. Nonetheless, I can still be able to see the attack, and by the time I have a clear view of its path, my body moves to hide my jaw from her.

I do not know how or what happens next, but the attack I thought to be coming towards my face, somehow ends up hitting my left femur, and I learn what it is to feel an attack coming from her. An inaccurate yet accurate hit at the same time provides to be a blow that causes an instant gush of pain through my left leg. And in one second, I find my whole body being numb, trying to close the pain out, because I cannot deny that it hurts, having felt it all of the sudden. But more than anything, I find that the surprise of the blow being in an area I did not expect to be hit this time, could have added more than anything, a fear along the pain, making it worse than it probably was. Or who knows, because I cannot move at all, and my eyes have closed tightly, wanting to bid the pain away.

Deep down inside, coming back…

Somehow, the pain transcends to the battle in my mind. Within an instant, my whole body becomes tense, rigid, and alert. I am sent another rush of warm blood through my being, particularly my left leg. I feel once more the anger that was quietly vanishing from me, come back. Only this time, it comes undeniably stronger and jarring than before. And again, I have its presence with me, just like I had suspected earlier. Although, I think it might not just want to be here for a minute or two. I think that it either won the battle with my moral, or it is winning, because I can feel anger more than the thrill of fighting, again.

I look at my affected leg. Perhaps it was luck that enabled me to not suffer greater damage, or maybe the fact that a lot of blood and heat was crossing my muscles, making them not feel anything in contrast to when resting. But whatever it was, it is a little sore, nothing bad really. Although, later on, the bruise might make the blow sore, when my body loses all warmth and becomes cold from resting. But I do not worry much, because that will only happen after I am long done with the fight.

Suddenly a light chuckle comes out of me, and I seem to unknowingly try provoking my opponent. I do not notice my actions until I hear the echo of my own sound reaching my ears, that without my own consent, I am taunting. This only makes me madder, but at what is trying to control me, my impulse. And because of it, my own opponent might begin to feel what the impulse should be feeling, that is if I am not that predictable that she manages to deflect the attack on time.

[[attacks Forsynthia]]
Unarmed: [dice=200+5000]