Chapter 2 of Uncalled-for Jealousy
By an anonymous geek and BEA2688
Alanna began to prepare herself for the duel. When he was done she let the door, shutting her door behind her. She made her way to the practice courts, and saw Jon waiting for her there. She scowled at him maliciously. He was leaning on a pole, and eyed her as she came in.
"Alanna. Are you sure that you want to go through with this? I mean, it doesn't have a purpose. If you're trying to prove something…"
"I'm not trying to prove anything," she said and gritted her teeth.
"Then let's get this over with," he said as he walked away, showing no emotion at all.
Alanna and Jon brought their swords up instantly. They circled, watching each other carefully. Jon feinted at Alanna several times, never intending to strike, instead, trying to draw Alanna into an attack. Alanna smiled slightly. Jon was older than she was and more experienced in the ways of the world, but she could outwait him.
She was right. Jon attacked in earnest, thinking she was being overconfident. Alanna blocked his swing and dodged to the side. Jon pursued the attack, trying to use up her energy. Alanna tried to dodge more and block less in order to spare herself, but Jon was too quick. Pain wormed its way up her right arm and into her shoulder.
One lucky step saved her life as he lunged at her. She blocked Jon's sword and thrust back, coming body-to-body with Jon. This was a mistake; the larger stronger man used his strength to force her slowly to her knees.
Alanna gasped and broke, dropping to the floor and rolling away. Jon struck, cutting her shoulder open as Alanna came to her feet. She dodged back, biting her lip angrily.
They were coming to a time in the battle she was too familiar with: the time when lesser swordsmen began to gasp for air and to make mistakes, the time when she had to reach deep inside herself for strength she rarely needed to draw upon. Forced to admire Jon's techniques as she grimly blocked and trust, lunged and dodged, she couldn't help but think that it was too bad such an awful man was such a fine swordsman.
Alanna lunged in, slashing Jon's right arm. Jon yelled in fury as Lightning nipped through muscle. Making an impossibly quick recovery, Jon lunged back and struck. Alanna stumbled, and the tip of Jon's sword pressed against her neck.
He paused looking at her, and she had an overwhelming feeling of defeat. According to the rules, he should have finished her off right there, but he moved his sword, allowing her to go free. He offered her his hand, but she refused, looking at those watching. She stumbled to her feet and ran out of the court.
Jon followed after her again foolishly.
"Why didn't you just finish me off in there?" she asked, yelling.
"Alanna, you know I wouldn't do that… What would people…"
"What would they think? Is that all you care about, what people think of you? You're even shallower than I thought!" she yelled at him as he looked around to see who was watching.
"Alanna," he whispered and grabbed her arm. They looked into each other's eyes for a second that seemed like a full minute. She turned away and Jon could see tears in her eyes. He thought of running after her and showing her how he felt, but he changed his mind. Instead of letting her know that he was going to go after her, he decided to follow her wherever he went, sensing that she would need someone to watch out for her.
We cannot write fight scenes for our lives, so we decided to borrow a familiar fight scene, sorry to disappoint you. Guess where it's from?
By an anonymous geek and BEA2688
Alanna began to prepare herself for the duel. When he was done she let the door, shutting her door behind her. She made her way to the practice courts, and saw Jon waiting for her there. She scowled at him maliciously. He was leaning on a pole, and eyed her as she came in.
"Alanna. Are you sure that you want to go through with this? I mean, it doesn't have a purpose. If you're trying to prove something…"
"I'm not trying to prove anything," she said and gritted her teeth.
"Then let's get this over with," he said as he walked away, showing no emotion at all.
Alanna and Jon brought their swords up instantly. They circled, watching each other carefully. Jon feinted at Alanna several times, never intending to strike, instead, trying to draw Alanna into an attack. Alanna smiled slightly. Jon was older than she was and more experienced in the ways of the world, but she could outwait him.
She was right. Jon attacked in earnest, thinking she was being overconfident. Alanna blocked his swing and dodged to the side. Jon pursued the attack, trying to use up her energy. Alanna tried to dodge more and block less in order to spare herself, but Jon was too quick. Pain wormed its way up her right arm and into her shoulder.
One lucky step saved her life as he lunged at her. She blocked Jon's sword and thrust back, coming body-to-body with Jon. This was a mistake; the larger stronger man used his strength to force her slowly to her knees.
Alanna gasped and broke, dropping to the floor and rolling away. Jon struck, cutting her shoulder open as Alanna came to her feet. She dodged back, biting her lip angrily.
They were coming to a time in the battle she was too familiar with: the time when lesser swordsmen began to gasp for air and to make mistakes, the time when she had to reach deep inside herself for strength she rarely needed to draw upon. Forced to admire Jon's techniques as she grimly blocked and trust, lunged and dodged, she couldn't help but think that it was too bad such an awful man was such a fine swordsman.
Alanna lunged in, slashing Jon's right arm. Jon yelled in fury as Lightning nipped through muscle. Making an impossibly quick recovery, Jon lunged back and struck. Alanna stumbled, and the tip of Jon's sword pressed against her neck.
He paused looking at her, and she had an overwhelming feeling of defeat. According to the rules, he should have finished her off right there, but he moved his sword, allowing her to go free. He offered her his hand, but she refused, looking at those watching. She stumbled to her feet and ran out of the court.
Jon followed after her again foolishly.
"Why didn't you just finish me off in there?" she asked, yelling.
"Alanna, you know I wouldn't do that… What would people…"
"What would they think? Is that all you care about, what people think of you? You're even shallower than I thought!" she yelled at him as he looked around to see who was watching.
"Alanna," he whispered and grabbed her arm. They looked into each other's eyes for a second that seemed like a full minute. She turned away and Jon could see tears in her eyes. He thought of running after her and showing her how he felt, but he changed his mind. Instead of letting her know that he was going to go after her, he decided to follow her wherever he went, sensing that she would need someone to watch out for her.
We cannot write fight scenes for our lives, so we decided to borrow a familiar fight scene, sorry to disappoint you. Guess where it's from?
