Post by Shinku on Jan 3, 2015 21:42:20 GMT -5
Kyou ran around in the forest of poles in the desperate attempt to dodge both the sickle as well as the chain part of the weapon that was hurled at him. On the other side of the chain was a heavy metal ball (probably iron or something like that). It did not cut like the sickle did but on the other hand it was heavy enough to break his bones if it hit him directly and as he was never sure which end of the chain would be thrown at him, dodging was fairly tricky. At least his endurance was something he could count on most of the time.
His motivation to run around and dodge was a complete different thing however. Sometimes he just couldn’t be bothered with it as a hit sooner or later seemed inevitable. But so far the fear of getting hurt by a too sharp sickle kept him moving.
Again the chain wrapped itself around a pole and the iron ball came flying at him. With a hurried jump to the side, Kyou dodged it but ended up running head first into a pole instead. A mocking laugh was to be heard from above and the pink haired boy whipped his bloody nose with his sleeve, a big annoyed frown on his face. His sister had always warned him that he’d have wrinkles on his forehead before he’d turned twenty if he went on frowning over everything and with the nearly constant frown that Kyou couldn’t seem to go without, her prediction was on a good way to turn out true.
“Idiot. He’s only laughing and didn’t use the chance to strike again at all. That guy likes to play with his food.” Kyou thought. That was a good thing for the sickle guy was unlikely to just finish him off fast which meant that Kyou would get more time to find an useful opening in his opponent’s movements and start a counterattack of his own.
The bad thing about this was that his opponent was more likely to go for the kill rather than just victory. That guy wanted to see blood, Kyou’s blood and he wouldn’t give him the chance to yield even though as a non-swimmer Kyou couldn’t cry craven anyway this time.
The sickle guy continued his attack, jumping from pole to pole to attack Kyou from all possible directions. High up as he was, Kyou had no way of countering him as he was well out of his sword’s reach. The only attack that might have reached him was the wind gust Kyou had been practicing over these two weeks, but as there were no leaves at all on the ground nor anything else that was light-weighted enough to work with, the attack was just useless as was the time that he had spent on learning it. It was no were near perfect anyway and he had still trouble using it so maybe that was for the best. Attacks should be used only when one knew how to use them. But in meantime he had to find something else to work with. After all he couldn’t stay on the defensive for the whole fight or he wouldn’t have the slightest chance of winning unless the sickle guy just made a misstep and broke his neck on the fall, which was very unlikely. Somehow he had to get close.
“Gods, smoke and idiots all love high places. I wonder which one you are.” He cried up to the sickle user. In his head he was already starting to call him Sick Sickle since it fitted him so well. “You’re very arrogant but I still doubt that you’re a god and you don’t look very smoky to me despite your black hair so… I guess you must be an idiot then?”
“Hah! Nice try weakling, but if you think I’ll fall for that you’re mistaken.” The sickle guy laughed at him.
And that was something Kyou should have been expecting. The guy was well trained in martial arts and therefore probably in war tactics as well. Giving up the advantage of high ground because of some measly provocation was not something he would do.
“…”
But it had been worth a try at least and now Kyou had a better measurement of the opponents mind and intelligence as well. Though he had hoped for a stupider foe at least he knew what he was up against.
The sickle guy intensified his attacks, even using both the sickle and the iron ball ends at the same time (the chain was barely just long enough for this to work) and pushed Kyou farther and farther back since dodging was the only thing he was able to do. Even passing below the Sick Sickle was impossible as the sickle guy was careful to always block Kyou’s way around him. With clenched teeth Kyou did his best to stay alive. Due to some miracle he had yet to take a hit (not counting the bloody nose he was responsible for by himself).
Again the chain with the sickle flew down and Kyou dodged it as he was used to, finding it a lot easier now. Was the Sick Sickle getting tired already? The weapon hadn’t even come close to him…
“!”
With a fast spinning movement Kyou turned around and his eyes widened. The weapon hadn’t been aimed at him!
“Pluto! Look out!” his cry came a little belated as he needed a moment to remember what the Bat Boy’s name was. Too long had he only thought of him as Bat Boy and now that had delayed his reaction time.
This was bad! Very bad! Without him noticing, the Sick Sickle had controlled his movements and driven him to where he had wanted him. And the same was probably true for Bat Boy and the other guy. Something they had probably planned from the very beginning when they singled out one of them to fight against, driving the focus away from their partner to themselves only waiting for the right time to strike.
So that was how real teamwork looked like.