Post by TwistedLover on Nov 25, 2013 3:38:09 GMT -5
Flash Fiction | PG-13 | Complete
A 100-300 word prompt from FlyingHatTrick, ended up being at just 300 words.
The prompt was: Two swordsmen fighting until exhaustion because of the hate they have for each other, set in a fantasy world.
Fire sparks across his blade, lighting the arena with a menacing glow. His opponent readies her own blade, tip pointed up and crackling with energy. The glow is airy, a gentleness overpowering his aura.
Teeth gnash hard, coppery blood sliding across his tongue. Shifts his legs to prepare, energy spiking and vibrating through him. Ready, ready, I'll beat you this time Almaur.
When he bounds forward there's a sharp sound like the crack of a starting gun, twinges in his knees weaken his form and her blade knocks his to the side. A gnat unworthy of attention.
Anger is sharp and coppery as blood, drives him to plant his feet into the floor and swing wildly at her blade. Sparks fly, energy flares around them in sparkling waves as the blades meet again and again, glinting off each other like liquid dancing.
Around them the arena crackles from intense power, noticed only when his foot catches and costs him a slash across the chest. Has to stumble back while fending her blade off, free hand coming up to press against his chest. A flash of white light and the flesh feels new, cloth swaying from the open space.
Breathing comes hard now, every time he sucks in it pains through his lungs and yet he can't lose to her now. Not ever again, she has to go down this time. So he pushes through it, ignoring the blurring around her edges, how the arena behind her disappears into fog.
The blade vibrates hard, almost trembling in his hand as though crying out against the violent battle it was participating in. Seconds later it shatters into nothing, the flash-burst melting Almaur's blade as well. Falls to his knees with her, black taking his vision even as he glared back at her.
