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Inevitable Conflict
Chapter 2
Testing Begins
The two guards charged at the boys, seemingly unarmed. The two spun away from the attack, each in opposite directions, earning them a wound on their arm. They turned around, and saw the curved daggers that had appeared in their enemy's hands.
Looking at each other, the boys leaped backwards, and stood back to back, and then held their weapons at the ready. The guards ran at them, holding their knives over their heads. As one of the two boys aimed his blow, the other's katana streaked in, and slithered into what would have been the heart of the guard. The sound was not the sound of ripping flesh but of metal on metal. The guard had somehow managed to draw his wrist down to cover the blow, and the fabric of his sleeve began to tear, revealing a steel wrist guard. Contemptuously, the boy flicked his wrist upward, and then swung to his right, effectively decapitating his opponent.
The other guard was faring no better. He was bleeding from a long cut on his cheekbone. One of the boy's kunai was fastened to the wall. Rushing in, the boy bared his teeth, and the guard grinned. '[IEasy to block[I,' he thought to himself, bringing his dagger up to his chest, holding it sideways, ready for the thrust. To his amazement, the boy broke off of his charge, and slid on the ground, scything his leg upward, into a more tender area. The guard howled in pain. Bouncing up, the child swung his kunai in an arc, severing his enemy's jugular.
The two stopped to catch their breath, and then searched for an exit from the room. There were no windows, and the door was sealed shut. The loudspeaker turned on with a crackle. "Very good. Test two, commence,"
The two children stared at each other, wondering what it was this time, and then the metal case that they had obtained their weapons from dropped down again. The boy with the kunai ran over to the wall, and yanked the one in the wall out. Chunks of plaster rained down onto the ground. "Return your weapons," the voice instructed. The children did so obediently. The metal case swung upwards again. Behind them, a new one fell down. "Select your weapon," the voice ordered. Selecting each a handgun from the rack, they turned, back to back.
Recruitment Log
These latest two volunteers are very promising. They finished with the two guards in a matter of minutes. Seven minutes. If they can pass these next two tests, they would be a welcome addition to the squad. The other five subjects are faring well, although not quite so well as these two, with the exception of one of those five. He finished the guards in the longest amount of time. Nineteen minutes. But he wasn't even trying. He was playing with them. That one is my favorite. These two are the ones who are efficient. My goal is close to complete.
-Uchiha
The door slid open smoothly, and a set of dummy robots stepped out. "Evade, and destroy," the unknown speaker stated. "Have a good time," The loudspeaker switched off.
A hole opened in the two robot's chest, and it began firing bullets rapidly. The two boys jumped to avoid the bullets, and then, planting their feet onto the wall, leaped off of it, and somersaulted in midair, grabbing hold of a desk and flipping it onto its side. They landed behind the desk. The sound of the bullets stuck into the walls, sounding like a hailstorm in the dead of winter. Then, as the robots paused to reload, the two rolled out, from either sides of the desk, and opened fire. A bullet clogged the hole in the robots chest almost instantly, and upon trying to fire, the robots realized that they could not. They resorted to melee combat, a blade coming from their bodies into their hands.
The taller of the two boys rushed straight in, and leaped over the robot, turned, and fired in midair. It hit the control panel on the back of it, causing a mini-explosion. The robot whirred for a moment, and then stopped moving.
The other boy first shot at his robot's arms, removing them after two shots, and then eliminated the droid with a flying kick to its head, sending it crashing to the ground.
"Return your weapons," the voice droned. "Get ready."
The panel dropped down. Returning their weapons, the two looked at each other quizzically, wondering why they were given no weapons this time. Then it hit them. Hand to hand. Then the floor opened up below them, dropping them into a pit, that, when they looked down, never seemed to end.
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Sorry for a long chapter time...I've had sports and I forgot all about this...please come back and read?
