Chapter 6
"So we both agree on the rules?" I asked. "No powers, no dirty play, and anything is a weapon, short of these pebbles." I picked up a handful of the pebbles from on the roof. I didn't want him throwing them. Naturally or otherwise.
"Fine, now let's fight." Sam answered.
I shook my head. I was ready, and I knew he really wanted to fight. He was a victim to making things look cool. I could see him being killed willingly, as long as it looked cool.
The reason he wanted rain was because he liked the effect of rain falling down his face. He liked the dramatic aspect. Not to say I don't like a cool dramatic fight, but I didn't see the reason to fight each other. Or the yeerks in that manner, either.
But he wanted to fight, and he would. I knew it, so I decided to play along.
Sam first came at me with a bunch of random punches. Like in each angle. I blocked them all with minimal effort. They were like all planned as a distraction. You could tell he knew they wouldn't hit me. As I blocked them, I backed up a bit, so he wouldn't get in too close.
Then he tried to kick me in the chest. I blocked this and threw his leg off to the side. He stepped down and tried to use the momentum to try and punch me again. I turned out of the way and pushed him behind me. By the time I was facing him again, he was ready for me and was bringing up a foot to kick me in the face.
I blocked this too, and kicked him in the chest. He blocked my foot too. He jumped up and tried to roundhouse kick me in the face, but I ducked under it. He landed and I stood up at the same time. He then kicked straight forward at my face. I backed away, but tripped and fell on my ass.
He stepped forward, trying to step on me, but I rolled out of the way and pushed myself up into a standing position again. Sam immediately swung a fist at my face. I simply caught it and waited for the other one. I knew it was coming. When he swung, I caught it too. By now I was completely in control.
With both of his hands caught by me, he sidestepped and kicked off a vent or something. I wasn't letting him go, so he used the leverage to kick me right in the chest, releasing him from my grasp and hurting me in the process. I quickly recovered by rolling backwards and getting back on my feet.
When I got up, he was already running at me. I just dodged him and dashed for the same vent he kicked off of. It only took like two steps, but it was enough to tell him where I was going. I used the side of the vent for leverage and kicked off it, also getting more leverage from the radio tower or something that was right beside it. I was so high I could almost stand on his head, but instead I just kicked him. This one actually connected and he went relatively flying. I was very pleased.
"Good one." He said as he got up. I was walking towards him, kind of in a cocky manner. But that's just me. I was on my toes anyway, because it was just like Sam to take every little opportunity.
I was right, he immediately tried to uppercut me, Mortal Kombat style. I dodged it, of course, and the other hand was right there to swing at me. I backed away and grabbed his wrist, making sure to tighten my grip. He tried to punch me a few times with his remaining arm, but I just pushed them away from harm. I eventually just grabbed his other wrist, to keep him restrained.
He wasn't going anywhere, so he stopped for a minute, to think. Unfortunately, when I was trying to read him, he got me with a sucker-knee to the gut. I fell to one knee, but still kept my grip tight, to keep him restrained.
Unfortunately, this is what he wanted. He stepped on my knee, then on my shoulder, like a ladder and did a backflip. The tension in my wrists was painful, seeing as how he was actually on his feet, and his wrists were keeping mine bent. But I wasn't going to let go, I was a pit-bull. He then somersaulted onto his back and kicked me with both feet in the chest. I couldn't hold on any longer. I let go and fell back.
{Cool!} I heard Tobias say from somewhere above. I was surprised he could still see. Hawks don't see well in the dark.
I was on my back when he grabbed my legs and tried to get me in what us wrestlers call a lion tamer. He gets me on my back, grabs both legs under his arms and flips me on my stomach. This results with me on my stomach and my feet hovering somewhere above my head with Sam sitting on my back. Fortunately, I knew how to counter this. I splayed my arms and made it so he couldn't flip me on my stomach.
I also bunched my strength into my mid-section and pushed off, making him fall on his ass. He still had my legs. He was pulling a 'me'. The pit-bull approach, so I brought myself up and flipped over his head.
I got up and saw Sam getting up. It was almost a telekinesis moment, but he repressed it. I could see his eyes glow, then dim. Must be a spur- of-the-moment thing now. He wanted to win, I could tell. He readied himself by raising his fists. One behind his head, the other at waist level. He walked towards me slowly, cautiously. I walked toward him, too.
Once we were within hitting range, be both unloaded a flurry of punches and kicks. It was dragon ball Z all over again. Kind of weird, but too fast to describe.
Eventually, I stopped the trivial things and tried to land a good roundhouse kick. He ducked, and I kept going. I spun around, trying to land three kicks in a row. One to the head, a back roundhouse, and a back roundhouse sweep. All three missed. He dodged each one. Duck, duck, jump.
Then, with me still crouching, Sam tried to punch straight down at me. I looked up and did a back roll, type thing that actually made his punch miss, and I also grabbed his arm with my legs and flipped him over. It was kind of cool. He ended up on his ass.
He got up and came at me, more flying fists of fury. He eventually backed me up against some sort of vent or something. Not the same one as before. I was semi trapped, so I did what I normally did when I was trapped. Kicked as hard as I could to get away. This resulted with my foot planted firmly in Sam's chest. He went sprawling and eventually had to back somersault to get back on his feet.
By this time, I had decided to jump onto the vent-thing, so when he ran at me, I would be able to slow him down a bit. Instead, it gave him leverage. Apparently, he could jump pretty high, even without his telekinesis. He landed smoothly on the platform and caught me off guard, still crouching there. I rolled onto my back and kicked him in the chest. He reeled and staggered, but didn't fall, so I vaulted on my hand and kicked him in the side with such force that he fell off the platform in a cool little rodeo side flip.
I was up in a flash so that when he was steadied, I would jump off the platform and dropkick him in the face. Unfortunately he was one step ahead of me. He pushed my feet off to the side in such a way that I landed, mid-section down on his raised knee. It hurt a lot and definitely knocked the wind out of me.
While I was down on the ground, coughing, he picked me up and continued to pummel me up against the wall. I was kind of dazed, so I could barely feel it. That was just the way I was. When I wasn't paying attention, I could see, hear, and feel nothing.
When I did eventually come to, I was pissed. Why would Sam do something like that? It was just a game. I had a sudden flare of anger and when I raised my head, blue thunder clashed and Sam backed off real quick. I walked toward him, blocking any and all of his pitiful punches and kicks. I reached out and grabbed his neck, veins throbbing and anger raging. He would pay for his sucker punches.
In another flash of blue thunder, I picked Sam up by the neck and waist and threw him into the little radio tower. I could do anything when I was mad. And I was plenty mad. I decided to call it quits when Sam jumped up and dashed behind me. His eyes were glowing red.
Oh no, who does it have to come to this? I thought to myself as I could feel myself being picked up and thrown against the radio tower myself. I could feel some sweat fall down my back as I fell to the ground.
{Gordon, I would morph, you have a bit of a problem.} Tobias urged. What could he want?
"What?" I asked. "Come on, I am fine. Let's finish this fight" then I turned to Sam. "And no more Telekinesis."
{No, you need to morph now, I mean it.} Tobias urged again. {You have a giant ass gash in your back, and you are bleeding all over the place. Morph now.}
So that was the 'sweat'. I see. And I was also becoming very suddenly woozy, dizzy, and tired. Maybe Tobias was right. I began to morph the first animal that came to mind. I slowly changed into the Peregrine falcon that was inside of me. When I demorphed, I could see the patch of blood that I had left.
When I saw Sam, I pointed my finger at him, "Look, I thought we had a deal. No telekinesis. Now I see that is all you have."
Sam raised his hands in defence. "Look, when it al comes down to it, I need to practice that, because that will be what I use. And besides, I am telling you, you have telekinesis too. I could see it after you were stunned. Your eyes flashed blue, just like my eyes are red. Plus, you had strength equal to like three of you. You lifted me up with ease."
"So, I have been like that since I was young. I can ignore pain and restraint when I am very pissed. I have always been like that. And you shouldn't have started pummelling me like that. That was just brutal."
Sam was about to say something, when Tobias interfered. {You know, Gordon, you should know that the Yeerks will not hold anything back. You need awareness practice.}
Sam nodded. "He may be right, but that wasn't why I did it. The beating was a catalyst. It was a way to get your juices flowing. I know you can do that, and I was the same. When something pissed me off, I could do some weird things, and I can see that in you. I know you have it, emotions are the trigger. I thought I would push you along."
"What right do you have, I know I can't. I have been trying left, right, and centre, and it doesn't work. So lay off. You have no clue how much I would like that kind of thing, but I can't do it, so lay off."
"Whatever, keep trying." He huffed.
{Well, that was pretty cool.} Tobias said. {I have never seen you two so intense. It was like a scene from a cheesy American impersonation Japanese martial arts film. How do you do that?}
"Lots of practice." I answered. "I have been doing stuff like that for years."
"For me, it is the telekinesis. I wasn't using it, but ever since I discovered I had it, I have noticed an improvement in all my abilities. More strength, agility, and I have super fast reflexes. It is like some sort of side effect of the powers. I like it. It enhances me even though I am not using it." he must have noticed the bland stare I gave him when he mentioned that the telekinesis was the key to winning. I knew he was able to mask his glowy-eye syndrome.
"What about the cut?" I asked. When I threw him against the tower, he landed in the same spots as me, yet there were no cuts. I was curious.
"Didn't I tell you? I can also heal at an incredibly fast rate. It is pretty cool. Wolverine all over again. But I can keep blood in and fix the gash in an instant, see?" He turned around to show me his back. the clothes were ripped, but no blood. That would be so cool to be able to do that.
We ended the night on a high note. We had both made advances and stuff. All arguments were off and we went back home. It was just the way we were.
"So we both agree on the rules?" I asked. "No powers, no dirty play, and anything is a weapon, short of these pebbles." I picked up a handful of the pebbles from on the roof. I didn't want him throwing them. Naturally or otherwise.
"Fine, now let's fight." Sam answered.
I shook my head. I was ready, and I knew he really wanted to fight. He was a victim to making things look cool. I could see him being killed willingly, as long as it looked cool.
The reason he wanted rain was because he liked the effect of rain falling down his face. He liked the dramatic aspect. Not to say I don't like a cool dramatic fight, but I didn't see the reason to fight each other. Or the yeerks in that manner, either.
But he wanted to fight, and he would. I knew it, so I decided to play along.
Sam first came at me with a bunch of random punches. Like in each angle. I blocked them all with minimal effort. They were like all planned as a distraction. You could tell he knew they wouldn't hit me. As I blocked them, I backed up a bit, so he wouldn't get in too close.
Then he tried to kick me in the chest. I blocked this and threw his leg off to the side. He stepped down and tried to use the momentum to try and punch me again. I turned out of the way and pushed him behind me. By the time I was facing him again, he was ready for me and was bringing up a foot to kick me in the face.
I blocked this too, and kicked him in the chest. He blocked my foot too. He jumped up and tried to roundhouse kick me in the face, but I ducked under it. He landed and I stood up at the same time. He then kicked straight forward at my face. I backed away, but tripped and fell on my ass.
He stepped forward, trying to step on me, but I rolled out of the way and pushed myself up into a standing position again. Sam immediately swung a fist at my face. I simply caught it and waited for the other one. I knew it was coming. When he swung, I caught it too. By now I was completely in control.
With both of his hands caught by me, he sidestepped and kicked off a vent or something. I wasn't letting him go, so he used the leverage to kick me right in the chest, releasing him from my grasp and hurting me in the process. I quickly recovered by rolling backwards and getting back on my feet.
When I got up, he was already running at me. I just dodged him and dashed for the same vent he kicked off of. It only took like two steps, but it was enough to tell him where I was going. I used the side of the vent for leverage and kicked off it, also getting more leverage from the radio tower or something that was right beside it. I was so high I could almost stand on his head, but instead I just kicked him. This one actually connected and he went relatively flying. I was very pleased.
"Good one." He said as he got up. I was walking towards him, kind of in a cocky manner. But that's just me. I was on my toes anyway, because it was just like Sam to take every little opportunity.
I was right, he immediately tried to uppercut me, Mortal Kombat style. I dodged it, of course, and the other hand was right there to swing at me. I backed away and grabbed his wrist, making sure to tighten my grip. He tried to punch me a few times with his remaining arm, but I just pushed them away from harm. I eventually just grabbed his other wrist, to keep him restrained.
He wasn't going anywhere, so he stopped for a minute, to think. Unfortunately, when I was trying to read him, he got me with a sucker-knee to the gut. I fell to one knee, but still kept my grip tight, to keep him restrained.
Unfortunately, this is what he wanted. He stepped on my knee, then on my shoulder, like a ladder and did a backflip. The tension in my wrists was painful, seeing as how he was actually on his feet, and his wrists were keeping mine bent. But I wasn't going to let go, I was a pit-bull. He then somersaulted onto his back and kicked me with both feet in the chest. I couldn't hold on any longer. I let go and fell back.
{Cool!} I heard Tobias say from somewhere above. I was surprised he could still see. Hawks don't see well in the dark.
I was on my back when he grabbed my legs and tried to get me in what us wrestlers call a lion tamer. He gets me on my back, grabs both legs under his arms and flips me on my stomach. This results with me on my stomach and my feet hovering somewhere above my head with Sam sitting on my back. Fortunately, I knew how to counter this. I splayed my arms and made it so he couldn't flip me on my stomach.
I also bunched my strength into my mid-section and pushed off, making him fall on his ass. He still had my legs. He was pulling a 'me'. The pit-bull approach, so I brought myself up and flipped over his head.
I got up and saw Sam getting up. It was almost a telekinesis moment, but he repressed it. I could see his eyes glow, then dim. Must be a spur- of-the-moment thing now. He wanted to win, I could tell. He readied himself by raising his fists. One behind his head, the other at waist level. He walked towards me slowly, cautiously. I walked toward him, too.
Once we were within hitting range, be both unloaded a flurry of punches and kicks. It was dragon ball Z all over again. Kind of weird, but too fast to describe.
Eventually, I stopped the trivial things and tried to land a good roundhouse kick. He ducked, and I kept going. I spun around, trying to land three kicks in a row. One to the head, a back roundhouse, and a back roundhouse sweep. All three missed. He dodged each one. Duck, duck, jump.
Then, with me still crouching, Sam tried to punch straight down at me. I looked up and did a back roll, type thing that actually made his punch miss, and I also grabbed his arm with my legs and flipped him over. It was kind of cool. He ended up on his ass.
He got up and came at me, more flying fists of fury. He eventually backed me up against some sort of vent or something. Not the same one as before. I was semi trapped, so I did what I normally did when I was trapped. Kicked as hard as I could to get away. This resulted with my foot planted firmly in Sam's chest. He went sprawling and eventually had to back somersault to get back on his feet.
By this time, I had decided to jump onto the vent-thing, so when he ran at me, I would be able to slow him down a bit. Instead, it gave him leverage. Apparently, he could jump pretty high, even without his telekinesis. He landed smoothly on the platform and caught me off guard, still crouching there. I rolled onto my back and kicked him in the chest. He reeled and staggered, but didn't fall, so I vaulted on my hand and kicked him in the side with such force that he fell off the platform in a cool little rodeo side flip.
I was up in a flash so that when he was steadied, I would jump off the platform and dropkick him in the face. Unfortunately he was one step ahead of me. He pushed my feet off to the side in such a way that I landed, mid-section down on his raised knee. It hurt a lot and definitely knocked the wind out of me.
While I was down on the ground, coughing, he picked me up and continued to pummel me up against the wall. I was kind of dazed, so I could barely feel it. That was just the way I was. When I wasn't paying attention, I could see, hear, and feel nothing.
When I did eventually come to, I was pissed. Why would Sam do something like that? It was just a game. I had a sudden flare of anger and when I raised my head, blue thunder clashed and Sam backed off real quick. I walked toward him, blocking any and all of his pitiful punches and kicks. I reached out and grabbed his neck, veins throbbing and anger raging. He would pay for his sucker punches.
In another flash of blue thunder, I picked Sam up by the neck and waist and threw him into the little radio tower. I could do anything when I was mad. And I was plenty mad. I decided to call it quits when Sam jumped up and dashed behind me. His eyes were glowing red.
Oh no, who does it have to come to this? I thought to myself as I could feel myself being picked up and thrown against the radio tower myself. I could feel some sweat fall down my back as I fell to the ground.
{Gordon, I would morph, you have a bit of a problem.} Tobias urged. What could he want?
"What?" I asked. "Come on, I am fine. Let's finish this fight" then I turned to Sam. "And no more Telekinesis."
{No, you need to morph now, I mean it.} Tobias urged again. {You have a giant ass gash in your back, and you are bleeding all over the place. Morph now.}
So that was the 'sweat'. I see. And I was also becoming very suddenly woozy, dizzy, and tired. Maybe Tobias was right. I began to morph the first animal that came to mind. I slowly changed into the Peregrine falcon that was inside of me. When I demorphed, I could see the patch of blood that I had left.
When I saw Sam, I pointed my finger at him, "Look, I thought we had a deal. No telekinesis. Now I see that is all you have."
Sam raised his hands in defence. "Look, when it al comes down to it, I need to practice that, because that will be what I use. And besides, I am telling you, you have telekinesis too. I could see it after you were stunned. Your eyes flashed blue, just like my eyes are red. Plus, you had strength equal to like three of you. You lifted me up with ease."
"So, I have been like that since I was young. I can ignore pain and restraint when I am very pissed. I have always been like that. And you shouldn't have started pummelling me like that. That was just brutal."
Sam was about to say something, when Tobias interfered. {You know, Gordon, you should know that the Yeerks will not hold anything back. You need awareness practice.}
Sam nodded. "He may be right, but that wasn't why I did it. The beating was a catalyst. It was a way to get your juices flowing. I know you can do that, and I was the same. When something pissed me off, I could do some weird things, and I can see that in you. I know you have it, emotions are the trigger. I thought I would push you along."
"What right do you have, I know I can't. I have been trying left, right, and centre, and it doesn't work. So lay off. You have no clue how much I would like that kind of thing, but I can't do it, so lay off."
"Whatever, keep trying." He huffed.
{Well, that was pretty cool.} Tobias said. {I have never seen you two so intense. It was like a scene from a cheesy American impersonation Japanese martial arts film. How do you do that?}
"Lots of practice." I answered. "I have been doing stuff like that for years."
"For me, it is the telekinesis. I wasn't using it, but ever since I discovered I had it, I have noticed an improvement in all my abilities. More strength, agility, and I have super fast reflexes. It is like some sort of side effect of the powers. I like it. It enhances me even though I am not using it." he must have noticed the bland stare I gave him when he mentioned that the telekinesis was the key to winning. I knew he was able to mask his glowy-eye syndrome.
"What about the cut?" I asked. When I threw him against the tower, he landed in the same spots as me, yet there were no cuts. I was curious.
"Didn't I tell you? I can also heal at an incredibly fast rate. It is pretty cool. Wolverine all over again. But I can keep blood in and fix the gash in an instant, see?" He turned around to show me his back. the clothes were ripped, but no blood. That would be so cool to be able to do that.
We ended the night on a high note. We had both made advances and stuff. All arguments were off and we went back home. It was just the way we were.