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(Read the first chapter)
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I'm, like, goddamn, SO SORRY that I haven't updated for about 2 months. Things have been hectic here at home. I've been banned from the computer for awhile because I failed most of my classes... yeah, I suck. I'm typing this fairly quickly, but I think that I can make it.
(A/N) BTW, words that look like this: Blah Blah Blah are what I'm using for as the names for the moves.
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"...and the Whistle Blows" pt2
By chero666
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(Marshall's POV)
The procedure for an Engagement is a bit more complicated than one would think. First, the Judge would call out the rules...
Judge: "This Engagement shall need to follow the following laws... No Holy and No Healing"
Marshall: "Whew, I thought for a second that this pig was gonna say something bad..."
Why the hell did I just say that?
Judge: "... and no use of 'Fight!'"
Marshall: "... oh... god I hate you fucking..."
Lita: "You might wanna stop talking, or else you won't be able to move by the end of this."
Marshall: "Never!!"
...any who, after that, we need to choose what job we would have.
I look at my knife and clothing and shrug my shoulders.
Marshall: "I guess I'm a thief."
Lita: "Elementalist..."
Marshall: "Huh, that's interesting."
Lita: "Why?"
Marshall: "I knew an Elementalist."
Lita: "... and she didn't like you neither, right?"
Marshall: "How'd you guess?"
Lita: "It seems that history is doomed to repeat itself."
Marshall: "Well, aren't you the chipper, little ray of sunshine."
Lita: "You know what happened to the last guy who said that?"
Marshall: "Someone else told you that?"
She glared at me... lazily.
Lita: "Don't correct me... I don't like being corrected..."
Marshall: "Especially after getting splashed with berry juice."
I have some way with the ladies... and not a good one.
Lita: "Do you live to tick people off?"
Marshall: "No... just to piss people off."
Lita: "Well, you might wanna change your choice of direction in life."
Marshall: "Why?"
Lita: "Bad things may happen to you..."
Marshall: "Are you some sort of psychic, or somethin'?"
Lita: "No..."
Judge: "FIGHT!!!"
She draws out her Last Letter and starts charging at me.
Lita: "... just a very observant person!"
She lunges her Rapier at me but suddenly stops 5 inches from me. I look down and raise my eyebrow.
Marshall: "What happened? Remembered that you can't attack with just your weapon?"
She just keeps her position then cocks her head to the side... I could've sworn I saw her almost smile, but it vanished as quickly as...
PIERCETHROUGH!!
...I was hit by a blast of air that was emitted from the tip of her Last Letter. I flew back three feet but still kept on my feet.
Marshall: "O-Owwwwww..."
Lita: "Enjoyed that?"
I brushed myself off and looked at her.
Marshall: "Sure, about as much as I enjoy watching your hair stain..."
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(Lita's POV)
You have got to be kidding me. I obviously have the upper hand on him, and he's just TRYING to feed the fire. Is it his soul purpose in life to be cannon fodder?
Lita: "You just don't quit, do you?"
Marshall: "Sorry, I've been known to babble whenever there's a pretty girl nearby."
...why did he... did he just... that's the second time he complemented me... crap... now I can't be mad at him. C'mon, c'mon... focus...no time for this, especially with Hume trash like him.
Marshall: "Something wrong? You seemed to have dazed out there for a second."
Lita: "Shut-up"
Marshall: "Whoa, don't be so angry. You already have this fight in the bag... I meant... do you know any Thief that can attack without using anything other that "Fight?"
He right... all they have are steal moves, and, looking at him, he doesn't know much... or anything at all.
Marshall: "But there IS one thing I know how to do..."
Lita: "Wh-"
I look up at him and see him running.
Marshall: "Distracting someone for enough time to run!!"
That stupid, little... I dart after him, knowing that the Judge will follow us until a winner's been decided. He's pretty fast... for a human, too bad he wasn't as fast as me...
I follow him through building, out windows, over fences, even under houses... is he trying to escape or just being stupid? I don't wanna place my bets unless it's a sure thing.
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Kena: "What'd you mean you 'can't find her'?"
Cystal: "It's exactly what it sounds like. When we got to the bar, everything was broken in there."
Donar: "Wow, what happened?"
Tori: "The barkeep said that some overzealous kid came around and got into a fight with a Bangaa, but was stopped when a pissed-off Viera took the guy down and went after the Hume."
Kena: "Yeah, that sounds like Lita."
Donar: "Poor guy, feel sorry for... wait a sec."
Donar walks up to the barkeep.
Donar: "Was the guy a white-haired fella?"
The man spoke in an accent that... is... confusing.
Barkeep: "Yesh, but amashinglink athleteek."
Donar: "Wha!?!" O.o
Kena: "I think it was, "amazingly athletic.'"
Donar: "Oh... oh crap!"
Tori: "What?"
Donar: "I think that was Marshall."
Kena: "How can you tell?"
Donar: "Only Marshall can get into two separate fights with this much destruction involved."
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(Lita's POV)
I finally got him cornered in an alley, but, unfortunately, I'm a little too winded at the moment to capitalize. I just stood there for a second, trying to catch my breath. I look up and see him cock his head to the side.
Marshall: "You ok, there?"
Lita: "Yeah, I'm fine... how come you're not tired?"
Marshall: "When you run from a lot of your fight, you tend to be pretty fast."
Lita: "You ran from a lot of fights?"
Marshall: "Yeah, but remember the main thing I'm good at?"
Lita: "Creating a distrac-"
That asshole... he instantly jumped to one wall onto the other... and then the other... and then the other... he repeats that until I lose him over the roof.
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(Marshall's POV)
This seems to be big enough. No people around to get in my way. Nice view, too. Too bad I hafta leave it pretty soon.
I turn around and, as I suspected, she hops from the last piece of the brick wall to the roof I'm standing on. Persistent, ain't she? She shouldn't be so angry, even though it's a good look for her. I can't seem to picture a smile on her. It's like her face is forever trapped in that state. Sad, but interesting.
Too bad I don't have time to further examine this.
Lita: "Are you done running?"
Marshall: "If you're done chasing..."
The judge finally caught up with the two of us on top of the roof. He, seemingly, glares at me.
Judge: "Next time you do that, I'm tossing your ass in jail, got it?"
Marshall: "Si, senor."
Lita: "Ready to fight?"
Marshall: "Well, I AM at a little disadvantage..."
Lita: "Your fault."
?????: "Shut up and kick his ass!!"
Marshall: "What the hell?"
I look around... we have an audience. On top of building and houses were some of the civilians of the town... some holding signs up like this is a frickin' wrestling match.
Viera: "Go on girl!!! Show that boy who's the boss!"
Bangaa #1: "Ssshow some blood!!!"
Bangaa #2: "Yeah, blood!!!"
Marshall: "Goddamn..."
It seems that the crowd around us wasn't gonna let me get away... I'm stuck, now.
Lita: "Where'd they come from?"
Judge: "This is a pretty quiet town, so word gets around pretty fast."
Marshall: "Talk about your boredom."
Lita: "Don't wanna disappoint, do we?"
Marshall: "Not really, I guess."
Lita:"Yeah, looking at you, you seem to be the type to disappoint a lot in your life."
Hume: "Less yak, more smack!!"
Bangaa: "BLOOD!!!!!"
Marshall: "ALRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!"
Those guys are really getting on my nerves. They're also pissing me off.
Lita: "Shall I start things off?"
Marshall: "I gue-"
FIREWHIP!!
I was nearly clipped in the face with a stream of flame emitted from her rapier. I hop back to gain some composure, but almost was smacked in the face with another round of the whip. I know what that move's capable of.
All I can do at the moment is dodging and keep myself from getting hit. I've gotta find a way to escape this fight without killing myself. Running isn't an option anymore, and fighting isn't a good strategy... I'm not putting my ass back in jail.
This Viera seems to be a little TOO happy to wipe the concrete with my face. I better keep her busy until I find a way outta here.
I pocket my knife... its useless in this fight.
Lita: "What's wrong? Giving up?"
Should I? Hell no...
Marshall: "No way. There's no chance in hell I'm gonna quit."
My theory is that running isn't necessarily quit... I consider it, "delaying the inevitable."
Marshall: "That knife has no use here."
Lita: "Well, that'll teach you not to make people mad."
Marshall: "Yet, I learned nothing."
She runs at me... what'll she do now?"
LUNGE COMBO!!
She smacks the crap out of me with a blow to the face, but she doesn't stop there. I try to keep on my feet as a fury of strikes bash me from one side of the roof to the other. I start to taste a cold, metallic taste in my mouth that's getting denser the more her sword hits the sides of my face.
She finally stops, but the damage been done. I admit, I've been hit harder than that before, but her speed makes her strikes sting like mother- ...
I stagger around, trying to keep my balance. I find myself at the ledge. I grab the rail to keep myself from toppling over the edge and catch my breath.
I'm usually a relaxed person, but I'm getting beaten up by a girl... not the first time, but, this time, there's a crowd to watch me get humiliated. I'm not gonna lose... fuck running now... I'm ending this!
I wipe some blood dripping from my lip and turn towards her. I see her running at me, ready to attack.
Marshall: "No way, babe. Not on my first day out."
I start running at her, also. I can see her eyes widen, not out of fear, but more curious. She's not ready for my attack... good. I'm two feet away... NOW!!!
STEAL: WEAPON!!
I grab the end of her Last Letter and pry it from her hands... or at least, try to. It seems that she has a stronger grip than she looks. She was able to keep one of her hands on it and starts pulling back on it. Soon, it became a tug-o-war.
Lita: "Let go!"
Marshall: "Hell no!"
Lita: "Fine!"
I suddenly feel a major shift in body weight when she pushes weapon towards me, jabbing the palm of my hand. I let go and examine the wound.
Marshall: "Dammit!"
It wasn't major, but it still hurt and I'm bleeding now.
It's time for a change in plan. I'm gonna hafta beat her. Didn't want to, but I need away from here.
Marshall: "I'm gonna hafta apologize for this."
Lita: "For what?"
MUG!!
I charge at her, taking the handle of my knife from my pocket, and make a grab for the money pouch on her belt. She looks down, giving me the opportunity to make a cheap shot on the back of her head with the handle of my butcher knife. She falls down afterwards.
I look at the money pouch I have in my hand... empty. I toss it behind me. My goal wasn't to take her money, but to get a decent shot off without using "Fight."
Marshall: "You ok?"
She slowly gets back up, slightly grimacing in pain, but doing a fair job of hiding it. It seems that she didn't enjoy that too much.
Lita: "You finally found a way to hit me."
Marshall: "Never wanted to in the first place."
Lita: "What else do you know?"
Marshall: "Do you really want to find out?"
Lita: "Come on..."
I sigh. She really wants this. I guess I really have no choice.
I spin my knife around with my fingers, and make a fighting stance. I admit... the cheering from the audience has been a bit of a rush for me. I think it's getting to her the same way, too. We're just two warriors trying to finish each other off in a limited battle. In a fight with restriction, there's no better challenge. Neither can heal up, so we're stuck with just our brawn. No escaping now... this needs to end.
No matter how fun this may seem, you'll never know a true fight unless you're the one handicapped. Those laws have done more than just restrict my edge, but the complete way I fight.
No Fight... damn...
No Healing... need to save my breaths...
No Holy... if only you knew...
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Like I said before, I'm SO SORRY it took this long. I hope you can forgive me!!!
Since I'm talking, I'll tell you bit about me... I'm a strange mood to type today.
The name I go by in ALL of my fanfics is, "HEP." I'm 18 yrs old at the moment and I've been creating stories for four years now. Looking back at my stuff, I sucked.
I must say, I'm a very funny person when I want to be. I grew up in a slightly tactless family. We would talk about everything that's on our mind. Whether it offends someone or not, we would express our opinion the only way we can... brutally honest.
With my friends, I'm known to say the strangest, politically incorrect, and most random crap out of nowhere.
We're a bunch of video game junkies. I've been playing since the age of 4. First game: "Duck Hunt." It became, "Super Mario Bros." after that. I've been playing Nintendo games until the Sega Genesis came around... after that, we got the Sega Channel (best damn thing to happen to me). I grew up with that until it was finally gone... I've played Playstation, PS2, Gamecube, Xbox, Atari 2600, Snes, Gameboy, Lynx, N64, and GBA... I'm a veteran gamer. Honestly, just ask me about ANY game, and I would tell you what I think of it. I play ANYTHING!!!
Note: "If you REALLY wanna test that, just e-mail me instead of putting it in my reviews... I don't wanna get in trouble with those fanfic Nazi's. Just don't make it look like SPAM."
Well, hope we all learned something today, werewolves don't make good cheese.
Now to end with one of my favorite lines in the history of gaming...
- "I hear it's amazing when the famous purple-stuffed worm in flap-jaw, with the tuning fork, does a raw blink on hari-kari rock. I need scissors. 61!!"
HeHeHAHA!!
R&R!!!
(Read the first chapter)
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I'm, like, goddamn, SO SORRY that I haven't updated for about 2 months. Things have been hectic here at home. I've been banned from the computer for awhile because I failed most of my classes... yeah, I suck. I'm typing this fairly quickly, but I think that I can make it.
(A/N) BTW, words that look like this: Blah Blah Blah are what I'm using for as the names for the moves.
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"...and the Whistle Blows" pt2
By chero666
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(Marshall's POV)
The procedure for an Engagement is a bit more complicated than one would think. First, the Judge would call out the rules...
Judge: "This Engagement shall need to follow the following laws... No Holy and No Healing"
Marshall: "Whew, I thought for a second that this pig was gonna say something bad..."
Why the hell did I just say that?
Judge: "... and no use of 'Fight!'"
Marshall: "... oh... god I hate you fucking..."
Lita: "You might wanna stop talking, or else you won't be able to move by the end of this."
Marshall: "Never!!"
...any who, after that, we need to choose what job we would have.
I look at my knife and clothing and shrug my shoulders.
Marshall: "I guess I'm a thief."
Lita: "Elementalist..."
Marshall: "Huh, that's interesting."
Lita: "Why?"
Marshall: "I knew an Elementalist."
Lita: "... and she didn't like you neither, right?"
Marshall: "How'd you guess?"
Lita: "It seems that history is doomed to repeat itself."
Marshall: "Well, aren't you the chipper, little ray of sunshine."
Lita: "You know what happened to the last guy who said that?"
Marshall: "Someone else told you that?"
She glared at me... lazily.
Lita: "Don't correct me... I don't like being corrected..."
Marshall: "Especially after getting splashed with berry juice."
I have some way with the ladies... and not a good one.
Lita: "Do you live to tick people off?"
Marshall: "No... just to piss people off."
Lita: "Well, you might wanna change your choice of direction in life."
Marshall: "Why?"
Lita: "Bad things may happen to you..."
Marshall: "Are you some sort of psychic, or somethin'?"
Lita: "No..."
Judge: "FIGHT!!!"
She draws out her Last Letter and starts charging at me.
Lita: "... just a very observant person!"
She lunges her Rapier at me but suddenly stops 5 inches from me. I look down and raise my eyebrow.
Marshall: "What happened? Remembered that you can't attack with just your weapon?"
She just keeps her position then cocks her head to the side... I could've sworn I saw her almost smile, but it vanished as quickly as...
PIERCETHROUGH!!
...I was hit by a blast of air that was emitted from the tip of her Last Letter. I flew back three feet but still kept on my feet.
Marshall: "O-Owwwwww..."
Lita: "Enjoyed that?"
I brushed myself off and looked at her.
Marshall: "Sure, about as much as I enjoy watching your hair stain..."
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(Lita's POV)
You have got to be kidding me. I obviously have the upper hand on him, and he's just TRYING to feed the fire. Is it his soul purpose in life to be cannon fodder?
Lita: "You just don't quit, do you?"
Marshall: "Sorry, I've been known to babble whenever there's a pretty girl nearby."
...why did he... did he just... that's the second time he complemented me... crap... now I can't be mad at him. C'mon, c'mon... focus...no time for this, especially with Hume trash like him.
Marshall: "Something wrong? You seemed to have dazed out there for a second."
Lita: "Shut-up"
Marshall: "Whoa, don't be so angry. You already have this fight in the bag... I meant... do you know any Thief that can attack without using anything other that "Fight?"
He right... all they have are steal moves, and, looking at him, he doesn't know much... or anything at all.
Marshall: "But there IS one thing I know how to do..."
Lita: "Wh-"
I look up at him and see him running.
Marshall: "Distracting someone for enough time to run!!"
That stupid, little... I dart after him, knowing that the Judge will follow us until a winner's been decided. He's pretty fast... for a human, too bad he wasn't as fast as me...
I follow him through building, out windows, over fences, even under houses... is he trying to escape or just being stupid? I don't wanna place my bets unless it's a sure thing.
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Kena: "What'd you mean you 'can't find her'?"
Cystal: "It's exactly what it sounds like. When we got to the bar, everything was broken in there."
Donar: "Wow, what happened?"
Tori: "The barkeep said that some overzealous kid came around and got into a fight with a Bangaa, but was stopped when a pissed-off Viera took the guy down and went after the Hume."
Kena: "Yeah, that sounds like Lita."
Donar: "Poor guy, feel sorry for... wait a sec."
Donar walks up to the barkeep.
Donar: "Was the guy a white-haired fella?"
The man spoke in an accent that... is... confusing.
Barkeep: "Yesh, but amashinglink athleteek."
Donar: "Wha!?!" O.o
Kena: "I think it was, "amazingly athletic.'"
Donar: "Oh... oh crap!"
Tori: "What?"
Donar: "I think that was Marshall."
Kena: "How can you tell?"
Donar: "Only Marshall can get into two separate fights with this much destruction involved."
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(Lita's POV)
I finally got him cornered in an alley, but, unfortunately, I'm a little too winded at the moment to capitalize. I just stood there for a second, trying to catch my breath. I look up and see him cock his head to the side.
Marshall: "You ok, there?"
Lita: "Yeah, I'm fine... how come you're not tired?"
Marshall: "When you run from a lot of your fight, you tend to be pretty fast."
Lita: "You ran from a lot of fights?"
Marshall: "Yeah, but remember the main thing I'm good at?"
Lita: "Creating a distrac-"
That asshole... he instantly jumped to one wall onto the other... and then the other... and then the other... he repeats that until I lose him over the roof.
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(Marshall's POV)
This seems to be big enough. No people around to get in my way. Nice view, too. Too bad I hafta leave it pretty soon.
I turn around and, as I suspected, she hops from the last piece of the brick wall to the roof I'm standing on. Persistent, ain't she? She shouldn't be so angry, even though it's a good look for her. I can't seem to picture a smile on her. It's like her face is forever trapped in that state. Sad, but interesting.
Too bad I don't have time to further examine this.
Lita: "Are you done running?"
Marshall: "If you're done chasing..."
The judge finally caught up with the two of us on top of the roof. He, seemingly, glares at me.
Judge: "Next time you do that, I'm tossing your ass in jail, got it?"
Marshall: "Si, senor."
Lita: "Ready to fight?"
Marshall: "Well, I AM at a little disadvantage..."
Lita: "Your fault."
?????: "Shut up and kick his ass!!"
Marshall: "What the hell?"
I look around... we have an audience. On top of building and houses were some of the civilians of the town... some holding signs up like this is a frickin' wrestling match.
Viera: "Go on girl!!! Show that boy who's the boss!"
Bangaa #1: "Ssshow some blood!!!"
Bangaa #2: "Yeah, blood!!!"
Marshall: "Goddamn..."
It seems that the crowd around us wasn't gonna let me get away... I'm stuck, now.
Lita: "Where'd they come from?"
Judge: "This is a pretty quiet town, so word gets around pretty fast."
Marshall: "Talk about your boredom."
Lita: "Don't wanna disappoint, do we?"
Marshall: "Not really, I guess."
Lita:"Yeah, looking at you, you seem to be the type to disappoint a lot in your life."
Hume: "Less yak, more smack!!"
Bangaa: "BLOOD!!!!!"
Marshall: "ALRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!"
Those guys are really getting on my nerves. They're also pissing me off.
Lita: "Shall I start things off?"
Marshall: "I gue-"
FIREWHIP!!
I was nearly clipped in the face with a stream of flame emitted from her rapier. I hop back to gain some composure, but almost was smacked in the face with another round of the whip. I know what that move's capable of.
All I can do at the moment is dodging and keep myself from getting hit. I've gotta find a way to escape this fight without killing myself. Running isn't an option anymore, and fighting isn't a good strategy... I'm not putting my ass back in jail.
This Viera seems to be a little TOO happy to wipe the concrete with my face. I better keep her busy until I find a way outta here.
I pocket my knife... its useless in this fight.
Lita: "What's wrong? Giving up?"
Should I? Hell no...
Marshall: "No way. There's no chance in hell I'm gonna quit."
My theory is that running isn't necessarily quit... I consider it, "delaying the inevitable."
Marshall: "That knife has no use here."
Lita: "Well, that'll teach you not to make people mad."
Marshall: "Yet, I learned nothing."
She runs at me... what'll she do now?"
LUNGE COMBO!!
She smacks the crap out of me with a blow to the face, but she doesn't stop there. I try to keep on my feet as a fury of strikes bash me from one side of the roof to the other. I start to taste a cold, metallic taste in my mouth that's getting denser the more her sword hits the sides of my face.
She finally stops, but the damage been done. I admit, I've been hit harder than that before, but her speed makes her strikes sting like mother- ...
I stagger around, trying to keep my balance. I find myself at the ledge. I grab the rail to keep myself from toppling over the edge and catch my breath.
I'm usually a relaxed person, but I'm getting beaten up by a girl... not the first time, but, this time, there's a crowd to watch me get humiliated. I'm not gonna lose... fuck running now... I'm ending this!
I wipe some blood dripping from my lip and turn towards her. I see her running at me, ready to attack.
Marshall: "No way, babe. Not on my first day out."
I start running at her, also. I can see her eyes widen, not out of fear, but more curious. She's not ready for my attack... good. I'm two feet away... NOW!!!
STEAL: WEAPON!!
I grab the end of her Last Letter and pry it from her hands... or at least, try to. It seems that she has a stronger grip than she looks. She was able to keep one of her hands on it and starts pulling back on it. Soon, it became a tug-o-war.
Lita: "Let go!"
Marshall: "Hell no!"
Lita: "Fine!"
I suddenly feel a major shift in body weight when she pushes weapon towards me, jabbing the palm of my hand. I let go and examine the wound.
Marshall: "Dammit!"
It wasn't major, but it still hurt and I'm bleeding now.
It's time for a change in plan. I'm gonna hafta beat her. Didn't want to, but I need away from here.
Marshall: "I'm gonna hafta apologize for this."
Lita: "For what?"
MUG!!
I charge at her, taking the handle of my knife from my pocket, and make a grab for the money pouch on her belt. She looks down, giving me the opportunity to make a cheap shot on the back of her head with the handle of my butcher knife. She falls down afterwards.
I look at the money pouch I have in my hand... empty. I toss it behind me. My goal wasn't to take her money, but to get a decent shot off without using "Fight."
Marshall: "You ok?"
She slowly gets back up, slightly grimacing in pain, but doing a fair job of hiding it. It seems that she didn't enjoy that too much.
Lita: "You finally found a way to hit me."
Marshall: "Never wanted to in the first place."
Lita: "What else do you know?"
Marshall: "Do you really want to find out?"
Lita: "Come on..."
I sigh. She really wants this. I guess I really have no choice.
I spin my knife around with my fingers, and make a fighting stance. I admit... the cheering from the audience has been a bit of a rush for me. I think it's getting to her the same way, too. We're just two warriors trying to finish each other off in a limited battle. In a fight with restriction, there's no better challenge. Neither can heal up, so we're stuck with just our brawn. No escaping now... this needs to end.
No matter how fun this may seem, you'll never know a true fight unless you're the one handicapped. Those laws have done more than just restrict my edge, but the complete way I fight.
No Fight... damn...
No Healing... need to save my breaths...
No Holy... if only you knew...
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Like I said before, I'm SO SORRY it took this long. I hope you can forgive me!!!
Since I'm talking, I'll tell you bit about me... I'm a strange mood to type today.
The name I go by in ALL of my fanfics is, "HEP." I'm 18 yrs old at the moment and I've been creating stories for four years now. Looking back at my stuff, I sucked.
I must say, I'm a very funny person when I want to be. I grew up in a slightly tactless family. We would talk about everything that's on our mind. Whether it offends someone or not, we would express our opinion the only way we can... brutally honest.
With my friends, I'm known to say the strangest, politically incorrect, and most random crap out of nowhere.
We're a bunch of video game junkies. I've been playing since the age of 4. First game: "Duck Hunt." It became, "Super Mario Bros." after that. I've been playing Nintendo games until the Sega Genesis came around... after that, we got the Sega Channel (best damn thing to happen to me). I grew up with that until it was finally gone... I've played Playstation, PS2, Gamecube, Xbox, Atari 2600, Snes, Gameboy, Lynx, N64, and GBA... I'm a veteran gamer. Honestly, just ask me about ANY game, and I would tell you what I think of it. I play ANYTHING!!!
Note: "If you REALLY wanna test that, just e-mail me instead of putting it in my reviews... I don't wanna get in trouble with those fanfic Nazi's. Just don't make it look like SPAM."
Well, hope we all learned something today, werewolves don't make good cheese.
Now to end with one of my favorite lines in the history of gaming...
- "I hear it's amazing when the famous purple-stuffed worm in flap-jaw, with the tuning fork, does a raw blink on hari-kari rock. I need scissors. 61!!"
HeHeHAHA!!
R&R!!!