Okay, this story is something I thought up during Math, during a lecture on
something. Starfire is modeled after me (she basically is me, cause'
Starfire71 is my username and it sounds better than Wildfire. So I hope you
enjoy it and replies are required to continue the story. Here it goes!
Starfire
Chapter One
I ran as hard as I could, panting, building up momentum for my next move. I launched myself into the air, flipping once to thrust myself higher. Readying myself for a power kick, I turned myself sideways so that my left hip was parallel to the floor. With my opponent just at the edge of my vision, I pulled my right leg up to a 90-degree angle with my chest, focusing my strength into it, envisioning my attack. I paused, waiting for the right time.
Now! With one last thrust forward, I released the gathering strength in my leg, slamming it into my opponent.
At least, that's what should've happened. My opponent flipped over my head, evading my attack, in MIDAIR!
"CRAP!" I yelled, trying to turn myself around. But when you've just slammed your entire body and strength through the air, turning around really isn't an option.
Suddenly, a leg slammed through the air right next to my head. My eyes grew wide and my heart skipped a beat, cause' I knew that my opponent had missed on purpose.
Since I obviously had no chance in an aerial battle, I decided to play my trump card. I threw myself to the floor, pretending that the attack had knocked me off balance. Feigning an injured leg, I made my movements sluggish and slow, hoping to lure my opponent to the floor, where I could fight more effectively. But if he called my bluff, chances were I wouldn't be able to move out of the way in time if he decided to attack. But I was willing to take those odds.
He landed, bending his legs to absorb the impact. Yes! He didn't call it! I struggled to keep myself from attacking him right then and there. Wait; wait, I thought to myself. Just a little bit longer.
My opponent straightened, then started to walk over to me. I wanted to wipe that smug look right off his face!
"You know better than to throw all your weight behind an attack like that," he said. "It's too easy to throw you off balance that way."
"Would you just shut the FREAKIN'**** UP!" I yelled.
"Have it your way," he shrugged, and unclipped his blaster from it's holster. Charging it up, he raised it to point at my heart, and squeezed the trigger.
Now! I lunged out of the way of the blast, rolling to regain my footing. Jumping to my feet, I threw myself behind my opponent, unclipping my own blaster.
He barely had time to turn around, his eyes as wide as mine had been, and exclaim, "What the...?" before I fired. He fell, defeated.
Behind me, a mechanical voice announced, "Fox defeated, game to Starfire."
Starfire
Chapter One
I ran as hard as I could, panting, building up momentum for my next move. I launched myself into the air, flipping once to thrust myself higher. Readying myself for a power kick, I turned myself sideways so that my left hip was parallel to the floor. With my opponent just at the edge of my vision, I pulled my right leg up to a 90-degree angle with my chest, focusing my strength into it, envisioning my attack. I paused, waiting for the right time.
Now! With one last thrust forward, I released the gathering strength in my leg, slamming it into my opponent.
At least, that's what should've happened. My opponent flipped over my head, evading my attack, in MIDAIR!
"CRAP!" I yelled, trying to turn myself around. But when you've just slammed your entire body and strength through the air, turning around really isn't an option.
Suddenly, a leg slammed through the air right next to my head. My eyes grew wide and my heart skipped a beat, cause' I knew that my opponent had missed on purpose.
Since I obviously had no chance in an aerial battle, I decided to play my trump card. I threw myself to the floor, pretending that the attack had knocked me off balance. Feigning an injured leg, I made my movements sluggish and slow, hoping to lure my opponent to the floor, where I could fight more effectively. But if he called my bluff, chances were I wouldn't be able to move out of the way in time if he decided to attack. But I was willing to take those odds.
He landed, bending his legs to absorb the impact. Yes! He didn't call it! I struggled to keep myself from attacking him right then and there. Wait; wait, I thought to myself. Just a little bit longer.
My opponent straightened, then started to walk over to me. I wanted to wipe that smug look right off his face!
"You know better than to throw all your weight behind an attack like that," he said. "It's too easy to throw you off balance that way."
"Would you just shut the FREAKIN'**** UP!" I yelled.
"Have it your way," he shrugged, and unclipped his blaster from it's holster. Charging it up, he raised it to point at my heart, and squeezed the trigger.
Now! I lunged out of the way of the blast, rolling to regain my footing. Jumping to my feet, I threw myself behind my opponent, unclipping my own blaster.
He barely had time to turn around, his eyes as wide as mine had been, and exclaim, "What the...?" before I fired. He fell, defeated.
Behind me, a mechanical voice announced, "Fox defeated, game to Starfire."