The air smelled of blood and sweat.
The sound of the wooden staff slicing through the air alerted me to the incoming attack, I moved within a second of being hit, to avoid him seeing my dash to safety and correcting his swing. The attacker was someone whom, in the Temple of Elders, was the only person I could not stand. I'm sure that if it had been someone that I cared for, or even someone that had done no wrong to me, I would be a little less relentless with my attacks and counter-attacks. Yet as it stood now, I was on the path of destroying him.
One, two, three hits... A quick recession of dangerous power unleashed onto the snobby stuck-up bastard.
SMACK!
I felt the stinging on my back and knew I had left my guard open for a split second too long.
Three hits to my back, one to my left rib, and one right down the middle of my skull later, I was kneeling on the ground, panting as blood poured freely from my nose and I coughed some up from my lung. Something was wrong, and only going to get worse if I didn't make my move.
"You will never be good enough for Master Midnight. All this training for nothing... You still leave your back wide open as do you on your left side. You will never amount to everything everyone says you will. The Special One... HA! They must have been talking special in the head!"
He was right, the only reason Master Midnight took me in was because he saw something in me that made me special, although he never told me what it was. I worked my way through the ranks. First working for room and board, then working for my meals, then my schooling, and now my training. I worked for everything... and now I was being told that I was no better than one of the children that had died in the spring blizzard, although the poor little chit didn't know any better.
He was wrong! He had to be, I was special, but in more ways than one... And I was about to show him how special.
"You know, for someone who ticked off everyone here, you sure do talk a lot of smack, I think I can help you with that problem."
I looked up at him from underneath my eyebrows, with the most hateful look I could ever muster. The hate that was built up in me from years... the hate that was wrongfully placed on the only people that really cared...
TO BE CONTINUED!