One day, Child reluctantly acquired the attention of a future friend, but there was angst. A duel was scheduled in a usually empty cul de sac not far from the field.
Slim-tall, older sibling of a friend, was told of the impending ordeal. Child did not know how to fight, but watched silently as the specs of multicolored light spun around ST. ST spun around and tried to psych Child up with aggressive language. Child was less than enthusiastic. But advice was given, to push in at the abdomen before the fight. Child mimed but it hurt. Why hurt oneself before a fight began?
At the appointed time and place, FF was a little late. All the while, Child felt the blood tighten, the muscles primed with gently gripped then released hands, partially in frustration. Just as Child was about to let out a sigh of relief, the duelist appeared around the corner, walking in an intimidating but slow pace. Child's chin tilted up slightly, eyes narrowed. The defender waited.
The FF and Child circled, FF tossing accusations, insults. But never stepping forward. Child remained silent. No need to waste breath before the onslaught. FF slowly wore himself down; Child stood the ground. A small eternity passed, then a few words of admittance were exchanged that neither was really interested in harming the other. With some relieved breath and soft laughter, it was agreed that it was a draw - to save their mutual honor. Child kept his word.
It was a draw. End of discussion.
Slim-tall, older sibling of a friend, was told of the impending ordeal. Child did not know how to fight, but watched silently as the specs of multicolored light spun around ST. ST spun around and tried to psych Child up with aggressive language. Child was less than enthusiastic. But advice was given, to push in at the abdomen before the fight. Child mimed but it hurt. Why hurt oneself before a fight began?
At the appointed time and place, FF was a little late. All the while, Child felt the blood tighten, the muscles primed with gently gripped then released hands, partially in frustration. Just as Child was about to let out a sigh of relief, the duelist appeared around the corner, walking in an intimidating but slow pace. Child's chin tilted up slightly, eyes narrowed. The defender waited.
The FF and Child circled, FF tossing accusations, insults. But never stepping forward. Child remained silent. No need to waste breath before the onslaught. FF slowly wore himself down; Child stood the ground. A small eternity passed, then a few words of admittance were exchanged that neither was really interested in harming the other. With some relieved breath and soft laughter, it was agreed that it was a draw - to save their mutual honor. Child kept his word.
It was a draw. End of discussion.
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