Time Stamp: 3rd of Spring, 504 AV. Puprose: Unarmed combat training. Expanding the past. |
Wystern's world was spinning around, casually regaining the control of itself. A flash of light, tinted of crimson, struck the boy. He was in a fighting ring, fighting another page as an exercise and training. For a load of pampered little brats, they seemed to put up more of a fight than the twerps back at Sunberth, but then again, he didn't happen to have a knife. Gravity reminded Wys to stop recollecting at this specific moment. There indeed was a small crowd surrounding the ring, mostly for supervision, and making sure neither fighter would go too far. "Get your head out of your ass, and get back in the game!" Jacob yelled. The old bastard's right, what the flying shyke was Wys doing? He started to feel a second wind coming. The world finally stopped flying, and the light was replaced by incoming fist. "Sonova..." Wys exclaimed, ducking to avoid a hit. The miss left an opening, and Wystern took it. He sprang with all his might, driving his right shoulder deep into the gut of his opponent. The boys flew for for a second that seemed like an eternity, and landed on tackled page's back. Kodan was his name, or something like that. He spit out blood, but there was already plenty of blood on the both of them. Wystern's gums were sore, blood was filling his mouth, his lip was busted, his ribs ached, but miraculously his nose was unharmed. "Atta Boy!" Wys heard again from the crowd, Kodan's master was yelling something entirely opposite.Wys was on top now, and he just started throwing a punch after a punch after a punch at Kodan's chest and chin. That's when the latter finally threw a punch that landed square into Wystern's face. Yep, there goes the nose. Crow got up and stepped away, shaking off the pain. His nose wasn't broken, but he wasn't quite sure at this point. Wys regained his footing, just as Kodan did in front of him. Wys sprinted from the spot,going low, for another tackle, meeting a knee. He couldn't get to the torso, but by an instinct, he just grabbed Kodan's legs and tried to do the same thing he did a couple of minutes ago. There was no flying this time, but there was a hard hit on the ground. Wys couldn't understand what anyone was saying anymore, the crowd seemed like a roaring beast, and he almost saw vultures circling above the pair. Kodan was moaning in the pain of the fall. It could be worse, grass was beneath them. It felt a little cold. Newsflash, this isn't over. Wys scrambled over to his fallen opponent, punched him in the gut, roughly turned him around and put him in the choke-hold. That was probably the most evil thing Wys could do at this moment, but moves like this stopped fights, period. Kodan elbowed his opponent in the gut, Wys coughed. When in the hell is the damn ref going to call this exercise over? Kodan finally tapped out, Wys let go, spit out some blood, and slowly began to crawl towards the ring, not particularly caring for the judgment call. He had enough of this shyke to last a week. Jacob hopped over the fence and dragged Wys to his feet. "Crow, you alive?" his master said, proceeding a by few finger snaps. "I'm fine, and please don't mind me asking you to get out of my face and giving me a room to breathe," Wys said in almost a single breath as he was getting out of the ring. He heard Jacob laughing behind him. As much as it hurt to sit on a bench, for some reason, Wys couldn't help but crack a smile too. |