Bloody
Anti improved every night, as he slowly learned to block and dodge, rather than just attack whenever possible. He managed to almost get me a couple times. However, he was still too dependent on his knife. I kept telling him that he has other weapons. Arms, legs, fists, whatever is necessary. Hell, get in a good punch to the nose, and disarming your opponent becomes quite easy.
However, I only had a few more nights with Anti before he left with Mark and Sean to go to some convention or other, and he wouldn't be able to practice over the weekend, so I would have to wait for him.
That was okay. I am patient. I can wait.
However, one night, he didn't show up. I didn't know where he was. I stood in the hallway, twirling my knife while I waited. Maybe Sean was having a late night.
When it got past four in the morning, I grew impatient. What the hell was Sean doing? Frustrated at being deprived of my practice, I stormed through the door to their room.
Mark was snoring on his air mattress, but Sean wasn't there. I stood just inside the room, confused. Where was he? And why was the window open?
I walked through the house, growing more confused with each step. Sean was nowhere to be found.
I walked towards the room I share with Emily, meaning to wake her up and tell her Sean was gone. But I stopped when I reached the door.
Emily needs her sleep, I thought. Same with Mark. It could wait until morning.