Make it burn. (open)
Nov 23, 2013 3:40:56 GMT -5
Post by Dylan189 on Nov 23, 2013 3:40:56 GMT -5
Mark Antony
Burning. Terrible pain, caused by this life. The one we all live. Burning. That's when you know your doing it right. District 2, "Make it burn.", is what they tell us at training. So what we do is make it burn.
The cramping in my sides continue to grow more intense as me and my opponent clash swords, our bodies sweaty, blood dripping from my lip, blood dripping from the deep gashes on his arms from the failed blocks of my swords. Two swords rest in my hands as we back away from our last entanglement. I stand there, my bare chest showing, saggy training pants on, one small gash on my left cheek has a little bit of blood dripping out. The cuts burn, 'I'm doing it right' I think to myself.
"Rawww", I scream as I move back in distracting him with my sword in my left hand, meeting contact with his above his head, driving my other into his stomach, spinning ripping it outta his side, leaving his torso half cut off finishing the move with a "Ahhh." The boy drops to the ground, this battle was an honorable one. Honorable battles take place when both parties agree to a battle to the death in public. Easy way to settle differences. Easy way to show off skill.
The blood on my sword drips with thick red blood and as the crowd disperses I wipe it off on my pant leg turning to walk off the small stage walking down the stairs in the district square.
"Make it burn", I repeat walking across the square.
Burning. Terrible pain, caused by this life. The one we all live. Burning. That's when you know your doing it right. District 2, "Make it burn.", is what they tell us at training. So what we do is make it burn.
The cramping in my sides continue to grow more intense as me and my opponent clash swords, our bodies sweaty, blood dripping from my lip, blood dripping from the deep gashes on his arms from the failed blocks of my swords. Two swords rest in my hands as we back away from our last entanglement. I stand there, my bare chest showing, saggy training pants on, one small gash on my left cheek has a little bit of blood dripping out. The cuts burn, 'I'm doing it right' I think to myself.
"Rawww", I scream as I move back in distracting him with my sword in my left hand, meeting contact with his above his head, driving my other into his stomach, spinning ripping it outta his side, leaving his torso half cut off finishing the move with a "Ahhh." The boy drops to the ground, this battle was an honorable one. Honorable battles take place when both parties agree to a battle to the death in public. Easy way to settle differences. Easy way to show off skill.
The blood on my sword drips with thick red blood and as the crowd disperses I wipe it off on my pant leg turning to walk off the small stage walking down the stairs in the district square.
"Make it burn", I repeat walking across the square.
