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Well I'm back after a nearly year long hiatus. If you're wondering where the hell I went I can only say that life got busy and I had no motivation to write when I wasn't busy. I also had to get a new hard drive for my laptop because i'm not the most gentle person with electronics. I decided to come back because I figured I should get some practice writing other than the Rps I'm in. That and I got an email from the site saying this story had been favorited in the middle of this month by crossman456, so thank him for reminding me of this story. Hopefully I don't have to take a hiatus again, but rest assured that if I do I will warn you guys.
Whew... I rambled a bit there. Returning after seemingly ages I give you chapter 3 of displacement
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Displacement Chapter 3: Unorthodoxy
After a pathetic 3 seconds of frantically blocking Ike's attacks I found myself on my back with the wooden sword about ten feet away from me. Ike had the point of his practice blade over my heart. I let out a sigh and held my hand out "Well, it looks like I've lost. Care to help me up?" With that Ike pulled me up by the hand I had proffered.
Pretty much everyone in the company was laughing at my pathetic spar with Ike. After he recovered from the laughing fit Greil walked over to where my practice blade had ended up, picked it up and tossed it to me. "How 'bout you try again. I have a feeling that you want to make up for that round. Never forget that an enemy will not allow you a second chance. You seemed distracted from the get go, clear your thoughts. Don't think, just do. Since you have never been trained you will just have to react." With that Ike went to his position and I went to mine.
This time I was determined not to lose, well at least not as badly. I started breathing slowly and steadily as I had back in marching band to relax myself and clear my mind. Greil again gave the signal to fight and I jogged forward at a medium pace while Ike ran full tilt at me.
I felt the wind from Ike's blade pass just over my head as I ducked and rammed my right shoulder into his abdomen. This sent both of us sprawling to the ground with Ike spinning a bit and landing on his back while I managed to stop myself from face-planting using my hands. I recovered slightly faster than Ike and swung hard diagonally from the upper left to the lower right. He stopped my blow and stumbled back a few steps before getting solid footing. While he was recovering I lunged forward with a stab at his stomach which he batted away and followed up with a quick swing. I barely caught the strike with my blade and struggled with him as we tried to overpower each other. I then stomped my booted right foot onto the toes of his right foot in a move I had seen in some documentary about medieval combat and while he flinched I pushed forward with all my strength, sending him toppling backwards while my foot pinned his to the ground. I then placed the point of my blade at his throat and smiled "I believe I won that one."
After helping Ike back up Greil came over with a small smile on his face "Now those were some interesting moves you used there Aaron, you caught Ike completely off guard from the first blow. 'Course he'll be expecting it now so you won't have the advantage of surprise. They were unorthodox but effective, if rather brutally so." Then his smile widened "I think we might have a place for you. After we hone you a bit you could become a very formidable fighter." When he said that I smiled broadly.
Greil then turned around and clapped his hands together and loudly yelled "I think it's high time we had some food. Oscar! How long until supper is ready?"
A muffle reply came from the main building, "Not long! It shouldn't be more than a few minutes Commander!"
Greil turned back to the two of us and looked us up and down "You two are covered in dirt. Dust yourselves off and wash your hands before you come in to eat."
Thus ends Chapter 3.
Apologies again for the hiatus but I hope you enjoyed it
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