Author's Note: Another random drabble idea that popped into my head. This one's about one of the Holts- I'll say it's Madison, since she doesn't get nearly enough attention. :)
Everything blurs before me but the form of my foe. All I see is his face, determined as mine. But not as strong.
He punches; I dodge to the left, quickly countering with a sweeping kick, a fluid arc of motion. Drat- he evades it and charges at me with another blow that I easily avoid. My jab connects with his face. For a moment, he falls back before quickly returning with a flying kick.
An unchoreographed dance, full of leaps and lunges, swift steps and spirals, two partners moving to a beat nobody else can hear. But I'm leading.
Author's Note: Aw, man, now I'm reminiscing to karate sparring matches past. Ah, the good ol' days... XD
Anyway, what'd you think? I'll plead pathetically like always: please review!
~Lily