Brutal: Paws of Fury Chapter 1
Authors Note: I'm proud to present my newest fiction. An original ontake of the 1994 popular fighting videogame, Brutal: Paws of Fury. Once again, I wish to apologize to everyone if this fiction is not accuratly written, and I hope you will once again be patient in waiting for me to upload more chapters to both this fiction, and previous fictions.
Please Note: The characters within this fiction are the copyright property of Sega games, my only reason for using them is for the entertainment of fanfiction authors and visitors. No intention of copyright infringement.
The waves of the ocean tossed and roared under the star filled night, crashing down onto the shores of a mysterious island. On the island, a large temple with mighty towers and walls, glistened in the glow of the full moon that shone above in the dark night.
On one of the towers, a shadowy appeared and gazed out at the ocean that stretched out to the distant horizon. In his hands, he held eight envelopes that fluttered in the winds, like birds trying to escape to freedom.
The figure raised up his hands, with the envelopes, and spoke in a gentle yet strong voice.
"Ancient spirits of faith and destiny, hear my prayer. Cast this summons to the mighty winds, send forth to the ones chosen for this most pure of days."
Then the figure opened his hands and watched as the letters were scattered and blown by the wind through the sky. Then one by one, the letters blew away on different winds, and disappeared in different directions.
"Prepare for battle," whispered the figure, as the last letter disappeared from sight and distance.
On the coast of California, a martial arts school laid on the rocky cliffs that looked out at the ocean.
On the sand beach, a 75 year old cheetah carrying a wooden staff, stood facing a 28 year old muscled coyote fully dressed in a black karate uniform.
"Are you ready Kendo," spoke the cheetah, moving into a fighting position.
"I'm ready Tai-chi," said the coyote, Kendo, also stepping into a fighting stance, "I've seen all your tricks, and know all your moves. No way you're beating me this time."
The Cheetah, Tai-Chi, simply smiled, "we shall see."
Then, there was silence, as both creatures narrowed their eyes, daring the other to make the first move.
Finally, Kendo charged forward and delivered a series of strikes, which Tai-Chi was able to dodge swiftly.
Then, Tai-Chi delivered a strike with his staff to Kendo's chest, but Kendo blocked the strike and tried to deliver a punch to Tai-Chi's face.
The fight went on for over ten minutes, until Kendo finally saw a chance of victory.
When Tai-Chi swung his staff, Kendo looped his arm around it, dropped to the ground, and used his legs to sweep Tai-Chi's feet off the sand.
Tai-Chi fell to the ground, and Kendo jumped to his feet in a guard.
He waited for Tai-Chi to pull a strike. When nothing happened, Kendo instantly smiled in glory.
"Alright," he shouted, punching his fists in the air, "I did it, I rule. Go Kendo, Go Kendo."
He started to do a little dance, turning his attention away from Tai-Chi, but he didn't notice Tai-Chi gave a sly smile.
Tai-Chi swung his staff at Kendo's legs, flipping him onto his back, then jumped to his feet and thrusted the tip of his staff onto the coyote's neck. Pinning him to the ground.
"Yield, Kendo," said the cheetah, stern in his voice, "you have failed."
"What," exclaimed Kendo, as Tai-Chi lifted his staff and helped him up, "aw come on sensei, that was an unfair shot."
"Unfair?," replied the elder cheetah calmly, " and you believe that in real combat, your opponent will not also attempt such an act?"
Kendo tried to reply to this, but no word reached his lip.
"But I still beat you," said Kendo, still miffed.
"Tell me Kendo," said Tai-Chi, turning to his student, "what was it that brought your defeat?"
"Uh, you tricked me," Kendo replied sarcastically.
"No," said Tai-Chi, pointing his staff at Kendo's chest, "what brought you defeat, was your prideful spirit. Your overconfidence, pride, and gloat, blinded your senses. Instead of remaining on guard and prepared, you distracted yourself out of victory and left you well opened for your opponent."
"But I still defeated you," complained the annoyed coyote.
"True victory Kendo," said the cheetah, pushing his staff hard on Kendo's chest, "comes when your opponent is truly defeated. When he is given no final advantage of attack."
Tai-chi lowered his staff and sighed, "let this battle be a lesson for you to remember for next year."
"Next year," complained Kendo, "Tai-Chi I don't need anymore training. You have shown me everything I need to know. I'm ready to face the world, to face anyone, to…."
"And you will," Tai-Chi interrupted, " when, and if, you defeat next year. Now, return to your training."
"But-but," stammered Kendo.
"Now."
Kendo, knowing there was no way of changing this cheetah's mind, sighed with defeat and bowed.
"Yes sensei."
Then Kendo, raced back to the school, leaving Tai-Chi to gaze at the rolling waves.
The cheetah turned and sighed in despair and disappointment.
"You will only be ready Kendo," he muttered silently, "when you know what you truly fight for."