I had been punching the bag for about 3 and a half hours when my dad finally got up we immediately started to train. After about three hours, my mom came out and unexpectedly shot a purifying arrow and just barely missed. This is going to be harder than I thought. By now she had notched another arrow, and was just about to fire. At this point I noticed that these were not training arrows, but real ones! A square hit could kill me. I just barely dogded out of the way of my dads attack, and straight into my mom's line of fire. She fired, and I ducked and rolled out of the way, but not fast enough. She had got my arm. Yet it wasn't as bad as I thought. It went through nice and clean. By now I knew they weren't going to stop until either of us got to wore out, and I knew also I had to start fighting back, or else I might never get out of the fight alive. I ran away from the battle to get a long and bendy piece of wood. When I found one, I ran back to the battle. The next arrow she shot at me I caught. Using my demonic aura, I changed the arrow to something I could handle with ease. I dodged another attack from my dad, and found my self with the perfect shot. I aimed and realesed as easily as I had been taught. My arrow found it's mark and snapped her bow string. As a bonus, I nicked her arm. She was glaring daggers at me, but I just grinned and charged down my dad. He assumed the fighting stance he had always beat me with. With a dumb grin, I charged directly into his sword, but only with the sword that had been hiden under my hoari. He was just as suprized as I wanted. While he was stunned by the audacity of my menuver, I swatted his sword out of his hands, and made a move like a lunge, but I stopped before it touched him, marking a kill. After he was out, I went to my mom, and quickly 'killed' her. I walked up to where my dad was still standing where he had 'died' and said "Another round?" He shook his head, and walked away in what could almost be called shame. I wonder what's wrong. There was no way he was shamed that he had lost to me. There couldn't be. But maybe it had happened anyways. The realization hit me then. If that had been a real fight, he would have been killed. I went up to him later that day. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Maybe, Sessho." He said miserably. "Dad, about what happened earlyer, that was probaly just a fluke. In a real battle, you would have been more aware and prepared. I have never seen you get so shocked like that in a battle." "Sessho, that was a real battle. The fact that you did not realize it is a mystery. Why else would your mom use real arrows?" He said solemly. "Dad, part of me knew it was a real battle. The reason I spared you and mom, was because there is still a lot you can teach me. And the fact that I am not ready to kill anything that has stuck with me through all these years, and jail does not look promising." He chuckled a bit. When he looked at me, he was smiling. It was a big improvement from the sad and shamed face he had on earlyer. "Hey, at least now if I run into naraku's son, I should be able to, if not beat his, at least hold my own for a longer period of time." That was when both mine and my dads ears twitched. Something was going on, but we didn't know where. As soon as we placed where the sound was coming from, we heard a scream from inside the house. "Stay here!" My dad yelled. "Wait, take this." I threw Tetsiagua to him and he ran inside. I unsheathed my sword, and waited to give him help if he needed it. That was when I heard the twig break behind me, and barely dodged the attack. I turned and parried his next shot. I scored a deep gash on his upper arm, and a small gash on his upper left chest. He grunted slightly, and I took advantage of it. I only got one good slash on his on his upper thigh. On his next lunge, he was off center and swaying. I naturally went for the shot and parried and lunged my self, and fell right into his trap. He faked meinto the lunge, and when I realized it, it was to late to pull back. As soon as I had lunged, he pulled back and swatted the sword out of my hands. The odds were against me, any fool could tell, But I fought on. with wood, trying disarm him, but by looking at knuckles, he had a death grip on the hilt. I was fighting him looking at his knuckles, but it helped me to notice that he couldn't keep it up for long. The next time he lunged, I did to him what he did to me. Do unto others, what you want done unto you. For some reason I found the quote running through my head non stop. "No swords, bows, knives, wood, or spells. Just bare hands." I said. Though he nodded, he wasn't happy about it. Oh well for him. The baby doesn't like something he cannot change. We started again, but this time more vigourisly than before, because it was easier yet harder to fight like this. Easier cause I didn't have to look out for a sword coming in for the final blow. Harder cause I had to get closer to hit him then he did to hit me. He upper cutted and went into a one two combo. But by the time his attack would have hit me, I was behind him and punching the back of his head. He swiveled around and got me in the upper chest. Though it was a glancing blow there was still some power behind it. Maybe to much power. I let him hit me, and but put up a shield. When the shield broke, I knew he was using his magic. So the next time I got him, I did to. He didn't like that much, but I think the majority of it was him being found out. He retaliated by attacking non stop. Like the quote in my head. Even though it was harder to dodge, it wore him out faster. He was an idiot because he continued to do only that for 15 minutes, and by the end of that time, he had wore him self out. I danced around him and tagged him on the chin. Wakie wakie, hands off snakie. Another quote I couldn't get out of my head. It did not seem like I could lose at this point.

Attack of the evil cliffy. One quote I can't get out of my head.

I forget whitch story I got that from, but I will try to find that out so that the author can get the cedit for it.