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The middle of the field was like the eye of a storm. All was deathly quiet and still, but far from calm. The static of anxiety and anticipation circled around the two bodies facing each other with determined eyes, each refusing to waver.
The first to break the silence, Chase closed his eyes and laughed menacingly, making Jack shrink back slightly in confusion. Just as Jack had worked up the courage to question the warrior's actions, but before her could let the words escape his lips, those fearsome eyes flung open and captured Jacks attention, making his flamed eyes unable to avoid the harsh golden pools staring down at him, invading his mind.
Still wearing that mocking grin, Chase kept the hypnosis he seemed to have while leaning in close to Jacks captivated face to whisper 3 words, causing the boy to break away and draw a sharp breath in anticipation of what he knew was coming next.
"Wrong move, Spicer." Those were Chase's hushed words as he retracted his arm slightly, and letting the destructive energy inside him travel through his body until he thrust his hand forward in a devastating palm strike towards Jack's chest. Waiting for the familiar contact of human flesh, Chase found that it wasn't there and looked up at the boys face in confusion. Tilting his head slightly in interest, he saw that the trembling boy had avoided his attack, manoeuvring his body swiftly to the side and hitting Chase's arm in the opposite direction with his palm.
Not exactly knowing how he had done it, Jack looked wide eyed at his own body. Sensing the tension and movement in Chase's arm had prompted Jack's subconscious to take over, moving his body into a sturdy stance and using everything that Sky had taught him to protect his body from Chase's usually unstoppable blow.
"Interesting..." Chase smiled, breaking contact and moving into a complicated stance of his own. Holding his arm up to guard his face, Jack fought to keep his nervousness from showing, but failed to stop the slightest of shake escape through his arm. Chase's keen eyes targeted the slight tremor and immediately hit the arm away, creating an opening to the boy's pale, ashen face. Sending his fist towards Jack's head, he was even more surprised at the boy's reaction, as he automatically tilted his head, sending loose strands of flaming hair slanting across his eyes, but avoiding another attack as the warrior's fist glided through the air, inches from his face. Concentrating his entire being on protecting himself, his face fell expressionless and his intense, flaring eyes were set on the grinning man in front of him.
"Well, well...looks like all those years of suffering at a warriors hand has done wonders for your reflexes..." Chase said, intrigued by the level of the boy's concentration and speed.
"That almost sounded like a compliment." Jack replied, struggling to keep his focus while his body flooded with the anxiety of the next attack.
"Don't be so sure... reflexes can only carry you so far. It is technique that you lack... among other things..." Chase mocked further, but did not notice Jack's examining eyes studying him, leaving the boy only half- conscious to what the warrior was saying.
"He has weaknesses...Just like anyone else..." Jack thought, ignoring the warrior's mocking tone, and looking across his golden armour in search of a flaw, but to no avail. No obvious injuries no openings in his guard, nothing he could use.
"This is exactly what Sky meant." He thought, wishing desperately that she could help, but forcing himself to regain focus on the man in front of him, poised for another attack.
"So, is this all that she has taught you? Avoidance tactics?" Chase laughed, now circling the boy like a lion trapping its prey. "Let's hope she taught you well..." He continued, pouncing forward and throwing a full frontal attack onto the surprised boy, who was frantically sweeping his arms through the air to block Chase's strikes and wincing from the force and raw strength of each blow. Clearing his mind, he only concentrated on conserving his rapidly draining energy while letting his body flow gracefully to block each attack, remembering every form, and every dark night spent training for these skills with only Sky by his side
As his body exhausted and his reflexes dulled, Jack was helpless to stop a forceful strike burying into his stomach making him double over in shock, clutching his abdomen. Without hesitating, Chase executed a potent roundhouse kick to Jack's side, sending the boy tumbling to the moist grass beneath him.
Keeping his eyes fastened, Jack grasped at the dewy blades of grass in an attempt to make his body rise up off the ground but his muscles seized in panic as Chase appeared next to him to sneer at his efforts.
"Does this bring back memories, Spicer? This is where you belong..."
A ferocious glare spread across Jack's face at Chase's scornful words, those feelings of venomous loathing taking over his body; spreading like poison through his veins. Responding only with silence, Jack jumped to his feet as a burst of energy encased his tormented body.
"Every time I'm beaten, every time I lose and every time I fight, I'm one more lesson away from defeating you..." Jack spat, making his eyes flame with fury.
"Is that so...?" Chase replied, stepping dangerously closer to the infuriated boy. Anticipating Chase's next move, Jack reached inside his robe and slid his fingers over a familiar pearl handle, instantly feeling the powerful sensation it ignited within him. Stepping back to create a more defensive barrier of space between them, Jack flipped the blade out in front of him, regaining his fighting stance. Twisting the weapon slightly in his hand skilfully, he made the increasing number of rays breaking through the dense cloud glisten and slide across the metallic edge.
At the sight of the weapon, Chase paused and stepped back slightly in surprise, studying the crafted blade.
"New toy, Spicer?" Chase mocked, never taking his eye off the razor's edge and cautiously beginning to circle the armed boy. "But the question is- Do you know how to use it?"
Jack hesitated before answering, thinking carefully about the words before speaking.
"It's already tasted one warrior's blood..."
Chase smiled slightly at the memory. It was a good manoeuvre against the young dragon, no doubt, but amateur none the less.
"And you're hoping mine will be the next?" Chase questioned, still celestially circling the boy, forcing him to turn with him reluctantly.
"Better warriors than you have tried..." Chase watched Jack keep the blade poised and steady and his stance move in harmony with his body. He had trained well. That made him more dangerous, and he wasn't going to risk letting his guard down.
"They tried..." Chase pounced towards Jack before leaning in close and whispering into the boy's ear maliciously. "And failed..."
Feeling Chase's breath on the nape of his neck, Jack span around to face the warrior and thrust the blade towards his stomach with as much force as he could gather from his tiring body.
Knowing exactly what Jack would do, he stepped to the side and grabbed the boy's frail wrist that had lunged the knife forward. Spinning the boy around like a rag doll, Jack ended up with his back facing Chase, with the warriors arm securely held under Jack's chin, forcing his head upwards. It was only when Jack felt the cold sting of the knife's edge on his throat that he realised Chase's other hand was fastened around his fingers that were still clasping the knife and he was controlling the boys hand making the very blade he was holding press threateningly against his pale neck. Chase had him completely trapped.
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Jack's breaths stilled in fear of losing control of the once consoling knife and fought desperately against the tremors that were claiming his body. Using up all the strength in his snared arms, Jack saw no alternative than to submit to Chase's glaring greater force, giving him complete power over the iced silver pressed gently against his supple skin.
"Little boys shouldn't play with knives..." Chase sneered, tracing the blade lightly over the shivering boy's neckline.
"Do you have anything to say to me?" Chase asked quietly, waiting through the unnatural silence of his surroundings, only hearing the quickened breaths from the frozen boy, whimpering under the knife's edge. "Very well..." Chase scowled, snatching the blade from the boy's hand and kicking him forward with tremendous force, sending him stumbling to the floor in a breathless heap. "She'll just have to come to us..." he said, walking up to the limp body lying on the grass, coughing desperately, sending small droplets of crimson blood spraying into the soil beneath him.
Rolling the body onto its back with his foot, Chase stared into the boy's burnt scarlet eyes, welling with fresh, sparkling tears.
"Call for your master..." He commanded, placing his foot on the boy's chest maliciously.
Jack gasped at the sudden pressure on his ribcage and looked up at Chase with hatred and fear showing behind his eyes.
"No! Leave her alone..." Was all he managed to gasp before flinching at the sharp pain that ran through his chest as Chase stamped down, adding more pressure.
"You are not in a position to be making demands..." Chase smirked, pressing more weight onto the boy.
"Stop..." Jack wheezed under the crushing pressure and screamed in shock when he felt a rib give way to the force with an audible crack. Closing his eyes, he tried desperately to fill his lungs with the cool air and prayed that unconsciousness would come soon.
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Chase growled quietly in annoyance.
"I would have thought she would have come to rescue the boy..." He questioned, slightly scorning himself for his misjudgement. He studied the boy sprawled on the floor; his eyes shut, trying to block out the outside world, and released the pressure on his chest a little, making Jack stir under his weight.
Just as he was about to release the boy, a voice carried over the still air and commanded his attention, making him turn to face them casually, and a smug smirk spread across his face as he saw the figure string back. Connecting his studious eyes with the form demanding his attention, he was met with a porcelain, expressionless face, accompanied by the prominent and determined emerald eyes he had expected.
"Chase Young, I believe..."
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