He had his knees on the man’s chest, his hands clutching his throat. His fingers clamped onto the other man’s neck, crushing the two arteries supplying his brain with oxygen, while his thumbs pressed into the soft spot at its base.
The other man struggled to free his arms from under the choker’s knees. The pressure on his throat made him shake reflexively, his primitive mind seeking a way to relieve the pressure and open his airways.
The choker watched the man died. He never would have thought he could strangle a man, the things you’ll do for your children.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
100 Words a Day 284
The two moved simultaneously. One man began to draw his sword, the other began to kick. The sword made a clean sound as it slide along the scabbard. The other man’s leg sailed through the air, the loose cloth of his pants whipping through the air.
The man with the sword, was confident, he would take the kick and gut the bastard.
Imagine his surprise then, when the foot connected with his wrist, arresting his sword’s movement and slamming it back into the scabbard.
The second strike was less of a surprise. The whole strategy became obvious after the kick.
The man with the sword, was confident, he would take the kick and gut the bastard.
Imagine his surprise then, when the foot connected with his wrist, arresting his sword’s movement and slamming it back into the scabbard.
The second strike was less of a surprise. The whole strategy became obvious after the kick.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
100 Words a Day 283
He drew his bowstring back, along with hundreds of others. The sound of their bows straining was like the creaking of a forest in a storm. Then with a whoosh, the arrows were away, fluttering the hair of the archers. The sky wasn’t darkened by the arrows, that was nonsense made up by people trying to tell a good story, but where they struck, there were screams.
The cacophony of agony drifted across the battlefield. The lines of the opposing army crumbled. Some ran forward, some back, most simply fell where they had been standing, calling out for their mothers.
The cacophony of agony drifted across the battlefield. The lines of the opposing army crumbled. Some ran forward, some back, most simply fell where they had been standing, calling out for their mothers.
Monday, May 27, 2013
100 Words a Day 282
He braced his arm against the side of his head and accepted the punch. Most of the force deflected off his forearm. As the punch was drawn back, he followed it with his blocking arm, launching his fist at the other man.
He raked his middle knuckles down the man’s face, causing him to drop his head. The eye of his fist connected with the man’s chin on the way up. His head shot back, blood exploding from his mouth. It looked like he even lost a tooth as he fell backwards, falling to the floor like a cut tree.
He raked his middle knuckles down the man’s face, causing him to drop his head. The eye of his fist connected with the man’s chin on the way up. His head shot back, blood exploding from his mouth. It looked like he even lost a tooth as he fell backwards, falling to the floor like a cut tree.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
100 Words a Day 281
The crowd’s wild shouting made the blood rush madly through his veins, giving him heady ecstasy as he raised his arms in triumph.
This was his first victory; the crowd called for the fallen man’s death. He knew the ritual well, having seen it many times.
He lifted his sword mechanically, lost in the haze of exultation.
He turned the blade over, steadied his grip, and plunged it into the man’s chest.
He watched the man’s life leave his eyes as the haze left his mind, replaced by shock, and the realization that he had lost a piece of himself.
This was his first victory; the crowd called for the fallen man’s death. He knew the ritual well, having seen it many times.
He lifted his sword mechanically, lost in the haze of exultation.
He turned the blade over, steadied his grip, and plunged it into the man’s chest.
He watched the man’s life leave his eyes as the haze left his mind, replaced by shock, and the realization that he had lost a piece of himself.
100 Words a Day 280
The gunshots rang out, echoing off the narrow alley.
Dalton was pinned behind an old Le Sabre. Shot out glass littered the ground; he had numerous small cuts from when it had shattered.
The men firing at him stood were using a van as cover. In what seemed to Dalton to be remarkably cliché, they took turns leaning out from behind cover to shoot at each other.
After a few moments, an idea came to Dalton. He fired once more to keep them behind the van. Then, he dropped to the ground, ignoring the glass, and fired into their feet.
Dalton was pinned behind an old Le Sabre. Shot out glass littered the ground; he had numerous small cuts from when it had shattered.
The men firing at him stood were using a van as cover. In what seemed to Dalton to be remarkably cliché, they took turns leaning out from behind cover to shoot at each other.
After a few moments, an idea came to Dalton. He fired once more to keep them behind the van. Then, he dropped to the ground, ignoring the glass, and fired into their feet.
Friday, May 24, 2013
100 Words a Day 279
Catch the wrist, move the elbow. Everything was going to plan. He six inch kicked the guy, just like in the form. He smiled to himself as he felt the other guy’s arm being moved by the pressure on his elbow and saw his kick rocketing towards his knee.
He felt a sinking sensation as the other guy lifted his foot and kicked his shin. It hurt, but not as much as watching the guy’s grappled arm corkscrew and hit him in the face.
He released his hold on the other guy as he was thrown backwards, hitting the wall.
He felt a sinking sensation as the other guy lifted his foot and kicked his shin. It hurt, but not as much as watching the guy’s grappled arm corkscrew and hit him in the face.
He released his hold on the other guy as he was thrown backwards, hitting the wall.
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