The balance of opposites. Chapter 3
Irulan flexed herself down the halfway. Bobbing and weaving. She could sense Chani a few steps behind her.
It would not be long now.
Seeing an empty hallway, she hurled herself into its utter darkness. This would even the odds, she thought.
If she could not see anything, so would her opponent.
She willed herself to be completely still. Timing was crucial in this case. "Let your opponent come to you, Use his strengths against him" was a common Bene Gesserit mantra. One that was particularly appropriate at this time.
Irulan closed her eyes, centering herself. She extended her senses, experiencing the surroundings around her. Looking beyond physical sight.
"Chani will be here soon. What will I do?" Irulan thought.
A slight sound revealed Chani's arrival. Into a world of darkness.
Both women knew that the first to reveal herself was the loser. Relinquishing her life in the process.
Irulan had gone through this exercise before. Night Training. A rudimentary Bene Geserrit exercise to heighten her senses. The centre of the room was the key. It was a vital point of defense and a predictable site for attack.
"Chani would most likely work her way to the centre, and launch a search grid from there" Irulan thought. She lowered her centre of gravity and extended her senses.
Darkness was Pitch black. Nothing could be seen. Where could Chani be? Behind her?
"Do not fall for a faint" thought Irulan. "Be cautious". She carefully began to inch herself to the side of the room, careful not to rustle her dress as she did so. Suddenly, out of a corner of her eye, she saw a slight flash of clothing. "She is trying to outflank me" realized Irulan. "Well too can play at that game."
Irulan reached into her dress for a fine needle pen. Careful not to expose it's reflected surface. She then got ready to hurl it into the right side of the hall. The trap would be set.
Irulan was about to throw, when the blow knocked her from behind.
To be continued.
Irulan flexed herself down the halfway. Bobbing and weaving. She could sense Chani a few steps behind her.
It would not be long now.
Seeing an empty hallway, she hurled herself into its utter darkness. This would even the odds, she thought.
If she could not see anything, so would her opponent.
She willed herself to be completely still. Timing was crucial in this case. "Let your opponent come to you, Use his strengths against him" was a common Bene Gesserit mantra. One that was particularly appropriate at this time.
Irulan closed her eyes, centering herself. She extended her senses, experiencing the surroundings around her. Looking beyond physical sight.
"Chani will be here soon. What will I do?" Irulan thought.
A slight sound revealed Chani's arrival. Into a world of darkness.
Both women knew that the first to reveal herself was the loser. Relinquishing her life in the process.
Irulan had gone through this exercise before. Night Training. A rudimentary Bene Geserrit exercise to heighten her senses. The centre of the room was the key. It was a vital point of defense and a predictable site for attack.
"Chani would most likely work her way to the centre, and launch a search grid from there" Irulan thought. She lowered her centre of gravity and extended her senses.
Darkness was Pitch black. Nothing could be seen. Where could Chani be? Behind her?
"Do not fall for a faint" thought Irulan. "Be cautious". She carefully began to inch herself to the side of the room, careful not to rustle her dress as she did so. Suddenly, out of a corner of her eye, she saw a slight flash of clothing. "She is trying to outflank me" realized Irulan. "Well too can play at that game."
Irulan reached into her dress for a fine needle pen. Careful not to expose it's reflected surface. She then got ready to hurl it into the right side of the hall. The trap would be set.
Irulan was about to throw, when the blow knocked her from behind.
To be continued.
