I will be happy to discuss with you at a later time. But for now...” He took a stance on the platform, close to the center of the cleared space, and raised his sword. “Stay out of this!” The Eltonian knight stood a little way away from him, in the other focus of the space, looking a little doubtful. “You’re really sure about this?” he said again. “I always thought kings were above this sorta thing.” “If you’re afraid to fight just say so,” Heero snapped, a mocking edge to his tone. “Though you can hardly back down now.” “Like Hell I’m scared!” Duo exclaimed, temper flaring in response. “It’s just that... well.. I guess... Well, it’s your funeral,” he sighed in surrender, as he raised his own sword to a stance. “We’ll see about that,” Heero muttered, and then devoted his attention to reading his opponent. His form was excellent, Heero noted; he recognized the position, one that was neither attack nor defense, but could shift in a heartbeat to either one. During his earlier antics he had never ceased to move and fidget, but now he stood absolutely still, poised and alert for action. Heero felt his own thoughts and body combining into battle mode; his weight shifted into a defense position in automatic response to his enemy’s action. There was not a breath of warning. One moment the courtyard was absolutely still, with the fencers standing still as statues and none of the spectators daring to move or even breathe if it would break the silence. The next moment, the outlawed Knight was in a blur of motion, descending on his opponent in a furious rain of sword blows that would have finished many battles before they ever started. Heero felt himself falter under that fierce attack, and consciously let himself be driven backwards to give him enough room to respond. For several heated seconds it was all he could do to block the blows that seemed to come at him from every direction; slowly, he regained his balance and footing in the fight, and delivered several powerful strokes of his own. “You charge too aggressively,” Heero managed to say, between breaths. “Sloppy.” Outrageously, Duo winked at him. “Or maybe you don’t charge aggressively enough!” he returned, and changed his angle to drive at Heero again. Heero blocked, but his sword twisted around his rival’s, sliding down to lock hilt to hilt. “I’ll bet you haven’t had a good fight in a while. Nobody’s allowed to beat the King, eh? Gotta pull
Re: Tenku no GUNDAM
Date: 2006-02-21 06:45 am (UTC)The Eltonian knight stood a little way away from him, in the other focus of the space, looking a little doubtful. “You’re really sure about this?” he said again. “I always thought kings were above this sorta thing.”
“If you’re afraid to fight just say so,” Heero snapped, a mocking edge to his tone. “Though you can hardly back down now.”
“Like Hell I’m scared!” Duo exclaimed, temper flaring in response. “It’s just that... well.. I guess... Well, it’s your funeral,” he sighed in surrender, as he raised his own sword to a stance.
“We’ll see about that,” Heero muttered, and then devoted his attention to reading his opponent. His form was excellent, Heero noted; he recognized the position, one that was neither attack nor defense, but could shift in a heartbeat to either one. During his earlier antics he had never ceased to move and fidget, but now he stood absolutely still, poised and alert for action. Heero felt his own thoughts and body combining into battle mode; his weight shifted into a defense position in automatic response to his enemy’s action.
There was not a breath of warning. One moment the courtyard was absolutely still, with the fencers standing still as statues and none of the spectators daring to move or even breathe if it would break the silence. The next moment, the outlawed Knight was in a blur of motion, descending on his opponent in a furious rain of sword blows that would have finished many battles before they ever started.
Heero felt himself falter under that fierce attack, and consciously let himself be driven backwards to give him enough room to respond. For several heated seconds it was all he could do to block the blows that seemed to come at him from every direction; slowly, he regained his balance and footing in the fight, and delivered several powerful strokes of his own.
“You charge too aggressively,” Heero managed to say, between breaths. “Sloppy.”
Outrageously, Duo winked at him. “Or maybe you don’t charge aggressively enough!” he returned, and changed his angle to drive at Heero again. Heero blocked, but his sword twisted around his rival’s, sliding down to lock hilt to hilt. “I’ll bet you haven’t had a good fight in a while. Nobody’s allowed to beat the King, eh? Gotta pull