Rocky was standing in a brawler's fighting stye, sweat was slowly going down his face. there was a man in front of him with a nightstick. suddenly the man swung the stick at Rocky, he caught it and pulled the man in close while they were both struggling to hold onto the weapon. he jumped up and sent a kick to the back of the mans head, kncking him out with one blow. "heh, too easy." the crowd around him cheered, some of them booing but he didn't care about them. he grabbed his twin daggers, and the money pouch that had his earnings from the fight and headed back home.
on the way back a storm started to close in, but he paid no mind to it. despite being half Keidran, and an Ocelot Keidran no less, he was used to the rain, even though he didn't like to get wet.
he started talking to himself, playing through a small scenario of what his parents would most likely say when he got home. "the underground fight league again? you know those things are dangerous" "you scare us half to death when you leave and dont tell us where you go, why couldn't you have just joined the templar like your father did" ((the usual thing for hybrid parents, the father was a furry. to whoever is reading this, the parents are NOT TRACE AND FLORA!!! but i wont give their names, too lazy))
"they dont understand, i dont like the templar. they may be different now that the war between the species is over ((no spoilers or assumptions here)) but i still dont want anything to do with them. i'll stick with what dad taught me and practice from there, that's why i'm in these leagues.
besides, templar use longswords, i hate longswords. too much power and not enough speed. that's why i use these babies" he pats the handles of his daggers, both of which are identical in appearance. a handle in the shape of a black dragon claw, with a hooked 12" obsidian heat-treated black blade. the first 2 inches of the blade are serrated for cutting tough surfaces whereas the rest is smooth, sharp enough to cut through flesh like butter. tribal designs are etched into the blade for some class. once a silver color, the designs are now a blood red. from past battles.
a lightning bolt struck the ground close to where he was "yikes! i'd better get home quick!" his brisk walk turned into a sprint, lightning kept striking closer and closer "damn! why couldn't i have been part Cheetah Keidran instead of an Ocelot keidran!"
he was just about to grasp the door handle to his home when a lightning bolt shot right through him. he remember falling forward, but before he reached the ground there was only darkness.
|