Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
I left no way to make you understand me,
Only shooting stars
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
I see him bend over to pick up the pill. Hmm, now is my chance. I rush at him, only giving him enough time to stand up and raise his fist's, and notice he has left his chest wide open, this is where my first strike will land, but before I can hit my target, he deflects it with little to no effort and I hear the all too familiar ring of metal on metal, as my blade glides off his gauntlets. I best not let him get a chance to counter as I go in for another strike. *You're getting too cocky Valk, you're going to slip up,* and as that thought passes me by he has knocked my blade off its trajectory. *Shit, this kid is better than I thought, maybe I should yield. No, I am an Anima and we do not falter.* With that thought out of my head, I notice his palm reaching out for a strike, I block it with my forearm not wanting to expose my abdomen to any of his hits, after that my mind went blank, my body worked on its own or at least I think it did? Hope it did, anyway, at that moment I thought back to when I first was brought in to the guild. I was only eighteen, the youngest member surrounded by all these older men, I mean sure there were females in the guild but none of them seemed like the kind of people you'd want to talk to. That's where Samuel came in, he took me in and treated me like a daughter, taught me the basics of swordplay. A year after that I was a pro in sword and knife play and developed my own style. But while fighting this kid, I've had to throw most of it out the window and rely on instincts. I mean really who fights with their fists? But with what I have experienced his a... OWW. A sharp pain in my ankle snaps me out of my trance as I realize I am falling, He must have maneuver around me and kicked out my leg. Good move on his behalf, even if I had time to block his fist it would win me no ground, I could roll out of the way, but where does that get me? I could kick out his knee, but then I run the risk of breaking it, and I don't need a hobbled rook. Just then his fist stopped mere inches from my face.
"Does this 'rookie' of yours have a name?"
"Yoshida-san?" Asakura-san said
Their shouts reverberated across the entire camp as it gathered enough attention. Bunch of another nobodies start to surround the place as they looked at the 'crippled people' within the ground, writing in pain. They tried to ask the 'now-crippled' bandit members as those 'now-crippled' bandit members told the story of them suddenly becoming a cripple.
"Tssk, what an idiot, he must've forgotten you still are the titled," "Spear King."
vit : 17 sense : 18 luck : 10