any of them as he smirked down at the King of Yusankyo. “There’s at least one you need to learn,” Duo admonished him mockingly, flipping the point of the sword towards him. “That sometimes what looks like a weakness isn’t one. They always go for the hair. I warn them not to touch it, but they don’t believe me; they see an easy out and they have to go for it.” Heero looked up at him and snarled a curse under his breath. He was furious at the outlaw for treating this whole situation as a joke, but even more so at himself for allowing it to happen. Every muscle tensed, in anticipation of one last desperate burst of action, as Duo hooked his own blade through the handle of Heero’s sword and flipped it up into his hand. Duo studied the sword in his hand for a moment, then looked back up at Heero with a sudden grin, and flipped the weapon over to grasp it by the blade. “Here you go,” he said, and laughed at the expression on Heero’s face when he tossed the sword back to its owner. Shock rippled through the courtyard. Suddenly unsure, Heero stared at Duo, and back at the sword in his hand. “Get up already,” the knight said impatiently, gesturing with his sword. “That fall can’t have bruised more than your backside and your dignity; get up.” Face slowly burning with humiliation, Heero climbed to his feet and hesitantly resumed a guard position. “Duo! What the hell are you doing?” shouted one of the Sweepers, echoing Heero’s own unasked question. “Shall we try this again?” Duo gave a lopsided grin. “And this time, you’ll know better than to try any cheap tricks -- won’t you?” Heero snarled under his breath, his hands tightening on the grip of his sword, but there was a newfound respect and wariness in his bearing as he narrowed his eyes at his opponent. The knight was actually laughing, eyes sparking fiercely as he stood in a deceptively open, nonthreatening pose. Try as he might, Heero could read no hint of his true intentions under that mocking exterior. “Well, are you coming?” Duo challenged, tapping one foot theatrically. “I can stand here all day if you like.” Heero felt his training mentality taking hold of him. He waited a minute more, to be certain he was fully centered, and charged.
Re: Tenku no GUNDAM
Date: 2006-02-21 06:46 am (UTC)“There’s at least one you need to learn,” Duo admonished him mockingly, flipping the point of the sword towards him. “That sometimes what looks like a weakness isn’t one. They always go for the hair. I warn them not to touch it, but they don’t believe me; they see an easy out and they have to go for it.”
Heero looked up at him and snarled a curse under his breath. He was furious at the outlaw for treating this whole situation as a joke, but even more so at himself for allowing it to happen. Every muscle tensed, in anticipation of one last desperate burst of action, as Duo hooked his own blade through the handle of Heero’s sword and flipped it up into his hand.
Duo studied the sword in his hand for a moment, then looked back up at Heero with a sudden grin, and flipped the weapon over to grasp it by the blade. “Here you go,” he said, and laughed at the expression on Heero’s face when he tossed the sword back to its owner.
Shock rippled through the courtyard. Suddenly unsure, Heero stared at Duo, and back at the sword in his hand. “Get up already,” the knight said impatiently, gesturing with his sword. “That fall can’t have bruised more than your backside and your dignity; get up.”
Face slowly burning with humiliation, Heero climbed to his feet and hesitantly resumed a guard position. “Duo! What the hell are you doing?” shouted one of the Sweepers, echoing Heero’s own unasked question.
“Shall we try this again?” Duo gave a lopsided grin. “And this time, you’ll know better than to try any cheap tricks -- won’t you?”
Heero snarled under his breath, his hands tightening on the grip of his sword, but there was a newfound respect and wariness in his bearing as he narrowed his eyes at his opponent. The knight was actually laughing, eyes sparking fiercely as he stood in a deceptively open, nonthreatening pose. Try as he might, Heero could read no hint of his true intentions under that mocking exterior.
“Well, are you coming?” Duo challenged, tapping one foot theatrically. “I can stand here all day if you like.”
Heero felt his training mentality taking hold of him. He waited a minute more, to be certain he was fully centered, and charged.