Author's Note: I've watched more Buffy episodes than read violent books, so please be merciful with my pathetic attempt at writing a good fight scene. o~o
This is dedicated to Sarina (senna?)
Wish
Chapter four: Taking Control
The voice in my head was silent, but I could feel its presence more than ever at its will to fight him. The adrenaline surged through my veins as I observed every movement his body made, waiting for the right moment to strike, to make him helpless. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if this voice that had been driving me crazy would help me fight, to give me edge, I focused all my attention back to Guimel as I noticed his arms tense – about to strike.
He swung the blade in a smooth arc, one simple fluid movement that, if I hadn't moved, would have decapitated my head. I was quick on my feet to get behind him, I ducked under his arm and raised my leg. His sword still in front of his body, he was too slow to turn, and I shoved him to the ground with a swift kick to the back of his knees. With a grunt he spun, my foot caught between his legs, he tripped me, but I was quick to recover as he stood up again.
We circled each other like wild dogs about to fight, an evil grin across my face of complete confidence and invincibility. Or at least that's how I felt, which was odd, since I figured that there was a great chance he could win.
He charged, sword aimed at my chest. Once it was within distance I leaned back, lifted my feet and ripped the sword out of his hands. I then took the sword and knocked him in the jaw with the hilt, he stumbled to the side, off balance and his lips split and bleeding from the strong blow. The men just stared.
I cracked my neck and threw his sword into a wooden beam on the wall, a short distance from Dilandau's head. Had I lost control? This fight wasn't over, and I was winning, but why did I want so badly to do this? To hurt him? Guimel twisted his face to look at me, hate burning in his eyes from the humiliation as he licked the blood off his lips. Blood, the sight just stirred mine even more as the adrenaline mounted.
'Ok, now a test of strength.' I said inwardly, almost praying for the voice to give answer. Guimel straightened and adjusted his armor on his chest, his eyes never leaving my face.
'Well you have that.' I withheld a smile as the familiar inner voice answered. 'But do you have what it takes to win?' I cocked my head, staring Guimel down, he was strong, possibly stronger than me. I needed to use my speed and knowledge to help me now.
'What do I need to win against this boy?' I asked silently, a pause, as if I, it, whatever that thing was, was thinking.
'I can give it to you. Just submit your body to your mind, and you'll win.' I stared blankly upwards. What the hell did that mean? 'Let me fight him.'
I guess it was then that I realized that this voice was more than my conscience, more than something my imagination had dreamt up. But I wanted it, I wanted it for that brief moment in time to take the load off my back, all the problems, all the stress of this new world, and to get this fight won and over with. I couldn't dwell too long thinking about it when Guimel was about to attack again, maybe that's why the opportunity was perfect for it to take control.
Guimel charged, but not at me, it was like I was watching it all happen, I could see myself, and Guimel and all the men, but not from the vantage point I had had only a few seconds ago. I was outside my body, I was there, seeing myself block his blows as they came barraging down on me. Then I kicked him in the gut, while he was still catching his breath that had been knocked out of him I whipped his head up with a hard blow to the face, then another, then another. He finally blocked my forceful arm, but I kneed him in the side. He sat, bent over on the floor, his comrades staring in disbelief at the blood running freely from his nose and his swollen eye, which was quickly turning purple. My body (for that's what it was, it wasn't me any more) stood straight, eyeing its accomplishment and walked over to the kneeling figure. Dilandau stopped the fight before it could get in another punch.
"Enough!" I heard him say, through my ears, and I could feel my body stopping, turning and promptly obeying, submissive to his power. "You will not beat anymore of my men today." I smiled at that last word, today, for tomorrow was a new day, a new day when the fighting could presume, maybe with some one more worthy. My lips curled upwards at I laughed hysterically, walking back to my dark room alone, the men staring at me from behind.
"She's as psycho as Dilandau." I heard one of them mutter.
"So," I heard my voice chuckle once the door was closed and 'we' were alone, "how do you like the new you?"
ooooo…I like this chapter…review please ^-^