They say you're not supposed to think during a fight. Just react. Instinct and all that shit.
Maybe that's true. For norms.
Me?
I ain't never been normal.
She's moving, now. Up above.
The ceiling's high in here. Enough space for that damn trick to come into play.
Fliers always do that. Why do fliers always do that?
She doesn't say anything. She doesn't need to. The taunt's obvious, her body language screaming it in blazing neon lights.
My lips curl back into a smile. It's feral.
I move.
Muscles tense, coil, release. All faster than the eye can see. Than HER eye can see. I know just how fast her reflexes are. They're fast, damn fast.
But not fast enough.
Not fast like me.
Less than a second. That's all it takes for me to go from here to there. From crouched on the mats to up above. Knuckles blurring straight for that
grin on her pretty little...
No.
Shit.
Pain. Like a jackhammer straight through my ribs. Something breaks, and I can feel it. Never a pleasant sensation.
I crash into the wall, sprawling. I draw a ragged breath. That hurts like hell too.
She smirks. Bitch!
She sold it, I bought it. Like a goddamn idiot.
But the bone's already shifting. Fragments twisting back into position.
I can feel the torn muscle knitting back together. Skin and blood crawling faster, faster, faster until it all
kicks into gear and the rush hits
and
this is what I live for
A heartbeat.
I'm on my feet. The floor shatters beneath my heel, chips of wood flying as I blast off the ground. I can just see Lora'lai staring at me with that
disappointed look, oh Syndesis, you broke the dojo again. But damnit, I just don't care.
She's trying to move. Trying to get away.
For me it's like she ain't moving at all.
Keanu Reeves, eat your emo heart out. You want speed? This is speed.
Flesh and bone against space and time. Her grav field holds. Barely. It ain't enough to stop the impact.
She's heading for the ground. Out of control. In a second she'll recover.
But she ain't gonna get the chance. It's all about the pressure. I'm heading for her again. Following her down. Lining up another blow.
Wait.
Damn!
By the time I land, hands and feet skidding against the ground, she's already regained her balance. Hovering overhead, she winks at me.
"Time," Brightsky says.
I snort. I start to pull off the practice gear, undoing the straps of the padded gloves.
She interrupts. "Hey, Syn?"
I turn.
"Best two out of three?"
I grin.
With thanks to Valles for letting me borrow Brightsky. She and Syndesis have a strange relationship.
-- Acyl
Maybe that's true. For norms.
Me?
I ain't never been normal.
She's moving, now. Up above.
The ceiling's high in here. Enough space for that damn trick to come into play.
Fliers always do that. Why do fliers always do that?
She doesn't say anything. She doesn't need to. The taunt's obvious, her body language screaming it in blazing neon lights.
My lips curl back into a smile. It's feral.
I move.
Muscles tense, coil, release. All faster than the eye can see. Than HER eye can see. I know just how fast her reflexes are. They're fast, damn fast.
But not fast enough.
Not fast like me.
Less than a second. That's all it takes for me to go from here to there. From crouched on the mats to up above. Knuckles blurring straight for that
grin on her pretty little...
No.
Shit.
Pain. Like a jackhammer straight through my ribs. Something breaks, and I can feel it. Never a pleasant sensation.
I crash into the wall, sprawling. I draw a ragged breath. That hurts like hell too.
She smirks. Bitch!
She sold it, I bought it. Like a goddamn idiot.
But the bone's already shifting. Fragments twisting back into position.
I can feel the torn muscle knitting back together. Skin and blood crawling faster, faster, faster until it all
kicks into gear and the rush hits
and
this is what I live for
A heartbeat.
I'm on my feet. The floor shatters beneath my heel, chips of wood flying as I blast off the ground. I can just see Lora'lai staring at me with that
disappointed look, oh Syndesis, you broke the dojo again. But damnit, I just don't care.
She's trying to move. Trying to get away.
For me it's like she ain't moving at all.
Keanu Reeves, eat your emo heart out. You want speed? This is speed.
Flesh and bone against space and time. Her grav field holds. Barely. It ain't enough to stop the impact.
She's heading for the ground. Out of control. In a second she'll recover.
But she ain't gonna get the chance. It's all about the pressure. I'm heading for her again. Following her down. Lining up another blow.
Wait.
Damn!
By the time I land, hands and feet skidding against the ground, she's already regained her balance. Hovering overhead, she winks at me.
"Time," Brightsky says.
I snort. I start to pull off the practice gear, undoing the straps of the padded gloves.
She interrupts. "Hey, Syn?"
I turn.
"Best two out of three?"
I grin.
With thanks to Valles for letting me borrow Brightsky. She and Syndesis have a strange relationship.
-- Acyl