One Act Too Much [Morgana]

One Act Too Much [Morgana] Dec 2, 2011 20:55:03 GMT -5

Post by cass on Dec 2, 2011 20:55:03 GMT -5

' ' Patch Grey , ,

CLANG

The sword smashed into the dummy, the head went flying across the room into the wall. Patch grunts as the sword continues to move from the force of the blow, with some effort he forces the sword to stop and retaliates at the dummy with a side cut. Before it hits he changes it to an overhand cut. He does this once more before thrusting at the dummies chest. The sword slides through the material and the little stuffing on the inside. Patch yanks it out and follows up with a backhand cut.

“Whoa, Patch, calm down. I think the dummy is dead.” She grins at him, the sword stops in his hands at her words; grudgingly he agrees the dummy would be dead. But Patch loves to see the blood and the death; he wanted to destroy the dummy, so it was no more than a pulp. He walks over to a stand on the other side of the room and carefully he places it in the rack he had created. His hand lingers over the hilt he wanted to continue the fight with the dummy, but he before he reluctantly turns around to face Leah.

“Are we going to practise hand-to-hand combat?” She asks, her voice was soft and sweet, it had a deadly tone to it that made Patch light up. He loved her voice and the way it make him feels, it was the only thing in fact that had ever made him feel kind and caring, soft, warm and fuzzy. Patch loves Leah, he loves her more than he loves to fight, and Patch loves to fight. He cares for only one other thing than fighting, Leah.

Patch scowls, he hated hand-to-hand combat and Leah knew that, she only ever chose it because she knew it was one of the few things she could beat him in. Patch didn’t feel like being beaten today, he wanted to win, but to win he needed to change the fight to something more situated to him. His eyes flicker to the spears that sat opposite him, opposite the swords, Leah was good with them, so was Patch. It was an equal fit, but Patch wanted to win, so today he would prove to Leah who was better.

[/color]“Why don’t we use the spears? Practise, with them.” Leah looks at him suspiciously; she knew he hated hand-to-hand combat, but spears? They were equals. She could sense a plan forming in his mind, but she wasn’t one to back down so graciously she accepts his offer. “Why not?” She shrugs her shoulders, they weren’t that big, but boy were they strong, she could wield any sought of weapon with her small frail shape. It appeared that she was thin and weak and if you were ever unfortunate enough to believe that? Then you are stupid.

Patch watches as Leah grabs two spears, she chucks when over to him, he easily catches it with his hand. He felt good; he was going to win this one. Leah and Patch begin to circle, sizing up each other looking, searching for a weakness to exploit. The sun was to his side as well as Leah’s, if he could get her to face it, the fight would be his. But he needed her to face it that would be the hard part, Leah was far from stupid. The harder part was they knew each other too well, they knew the kind of tricks they could pull on each other. They knew the moves they would use; they could anticipate any move from the slightest movement of an arm, or smallest flicker of an eye.

Patch decided to make his move; he needed to lead this fight and to do that he needed to be on the offense, not the defence. He lunges forward and thrusts at Leah, with little effort she hits it away, Patch growls and jabs at her, the spears clash together as she intercepts it with a neatly preformed parry. She them twists her spear and runs it down Patch’s, the spear lands hard against his knuckles, but Patch doesn’t even flinch, Leah had just left herself very exposed. Patch twists his spear and just before he can make a lunge, movement in his peripheral vision halts him.

Patch turns his head to glare at the window. He finds himself staring into the eyes of a girl. He was not happy.

Leah takes advantage of his distraction. She drives her spear for ward slamming it into his chest, with enough force to leave a nasty bruise, but not enough to puncture the skin. Patch faces her and scowls. That was not fair! He had been distracted by a person, whom could easily inform the Peacekeepers of their doings. Pushing past Leah he grabs a knife, it was shiny and well taken care of, the hilt was covered in leather worn with use. It would be handy to get rid of the girl. He couldn’t let her live, she had seen, she knew too much.

“Patch, where are you going, with that knife?” She spoke sharply and disapprovingly, but Patch didn’t care. He knew she wouldn’t agree with it, sure she had helped him kill before, but she wasn’t like him, she didn’t love the blood as much as he did. That was why this was his job.[/size][/color] “A girl, she saw us, she could be alerting the Peacekeepers at any moment.” He could see the surprise on her face, neither of them wanted the Peacekeepers coming to their house, they would end up dead. “Patch are you going to kill her.” It wasn’t a question she knew what had to be done; after all they had done it before.[/size]

“I have to, it is the only way to keep us safe.”

She smiles at him, she trusted him to do the right thing, Patch smiles back at her, he wanted to protect her he had to protect her; he turns around and heads outside.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify][/color][/size]