Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 7:44:44 GMT 10
Title: Defense [12]
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 269
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings: Violence
Summary: “She’s got some fierce aim.”
Notes: Given Briar's knives and Daja's staff, I occasionally wonder what weapons Sandry and Tris would carry, beyond their powers.
Briar sliced at a neck with one knife and threw the other into the opponent approaching him. He jumped over the first body and tackled the second down, removing the knife with one swipe. As he was about to stand, he felt movement to his side and cursed as he realised the striker could skewer him before he could respond. An arrow caught in the striker’s chest. Briar turned over his shoulder and grinned. “Cheers, Sandry.”
She winked and took aim at an attacker headed after Tris, who was locked in a sword fight with another. Tris saw the first go down in her peripheral and grinned, ruthlessly tearing into her opponent.
Daja tripped up a fighter with her staff; he had been approaching Sandry. Daja took on a few more before the arena—and its mechanical foe—ceased movement.
Briar grinned to the man who stepped out from behind the booth. “Thanks, Nat.”
“No problem. Wife’s still thrilled our garden no longer looks like a jungle.” Nat held out his hand and shook Briar’s. “Least I could do. Same time next week?”
“Yes,” Tris answered. Her eyes were fierce. Nat sent her a smile.
“Fighting meditation is fun,” Sandry announced as she and her family turned toward the arena’s exit. “Did you see me bend that arrow mid-flight?”
“Yes,” Daja confirmed, grinning as she wrapped an arm over Sandry’s shoulder, “and I told you it would be fun.”
“Wouldn’t want her on the opposing side,” Briar whispered to Tris as they walked behind the other two. “She’s got some fierce aim.”
“Not too bad yourself, old man.”
“Oi!”
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 269
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings: Violence
Summary: “She’s got some fierce aim.”
Notes: Given Briar's knives and Daja's staff, I occasionally wonder what weapons Sandry and Tris would carry, beyond their powers.
Briar sliced at a neck with one knife and threw the other into the opponent approaching him. He jumped over the first body and tackled the second down, removing the knife with one swipe. As he was about to stand, he felt movement to his side and cursed as he realised the striker could skewer him before he could respond. An arrow caught in the striker’s chest. Briar turned over his shoulder and grinned. “Cheers, Sandry.”
She winked and took aim at an attacker headed after Tris, who was locked in a sword fight with another. Tris saw the first go down in her peripheral and grinned, ruthlessly tearing into her opponent.
Daja tripped up a fighter with her staff; he had been approaching Sandry. Daja took on a few more before the arena—and its mechanical foe—ceased movement.
Briar grinned to the man who stepped out from behind the booth. “Thanks, Nat.”
“No problem. Wife’s still thrilled our garden no longer looks like a jungle.” Nat held out his hand and shook Briar’s. “Least I could do. Same time next week?”
“Yes,” Tris answered. Her eyes were fierce. Nat sent her a smile.
“Fighting meditation is fun,” Sandry announced as she and her family turned toward the arena’s exit. “Did you see me bend that arrow mid-flight?”
“Yes,” Daja confirmed, grinning as she wrapped an arm over Sandry’s shoulder, “and I told you it would be fun.”
“Wouldn’t want her on the opposing side,” Briar whispered to Tris as they walked behind the other two. “She’s got some fierce aim.”
“Not too bad yourself, old man.”
“Oi!”