Land of the Setting Sun
5/26/2007 - Kung Fury
I got up off the ground, a lot more suddenly violent than I might have intended, casting Qara and Dr. Blythe aside.
"James, wait, let's talk about this!"
I felt the anger Ogasawara must have felt, rushing towards the gates where the two guards ounged. I wasn't nearly as large as Ogasawara had been, but I was definitely a head taller than them. I grabbed the shoulders of the nearest one, smalling him into the metal doorframe.
"You'd better start talking, now. You've been nothing but silent and shady since we've gotten here and even if you didn't do anything to him, you just let him wander off into the night? What kind of stupid ass decision was that?" He stared at you, a mixture of shock, anger, and confusion mixing on his young face. Shit, he doesn't speak any English. He yelled at me, shoving me back onto the concrete, taking out his machete and twirling it once as a warning.
Fire burned in my eyes, and I lunged with my hands outstretched, eager to take his head off. Unsurprisingly, charging an armed survivor of the apocalypse with two fists versed in the rule of thirds and blue belt jiu jitsu was not the brightest plan. I snagged his wrist, catching him off guard, slamming it against the side of the shelter with enough force to nearly completely crush it. There was a loud snap, and he dropped the blade, yelling. His wrist immediately swelled up and the other guard started coming towards me, but he waved him off. The other guy nodded, smiling, and put his weapon away.
He shredded his trench coat, revealing a lean but muscular build, the kind you'd see on a well-known martial arts badass. While he raised both of his wrists slowly, I realized I had a good chance of getting my ass beat. The machete was right behind him though, and if I could just...
SMACK
The world spun, and my head collided with something hard, blacking out my vision. I wasn't even sure what hit me. What I was sure of, however, was the sickening crack of plastic, metal, and glass crushed against my hip. My camera, completely destroyed. The pain and splotches in my vision vanished, replaced by red. He stood unfazed, a single foot still suspended in the air, and I realized it was mockery. I lunged again, this time ducking his kick and reaching out for his throat desperately. He brought his foot down seamlessly, and sidestepped, thrusting a heel into my ribcage.
Something definitely snapped this time, and I fell to the ground, only to begin getting up immediately. Unfortunately for me, or perhaps fortunately, he wasted no time with a follow up kick, this one smashing into the side of my neck like a battering ram and sending my skull into a large piece of concrete, where it bounced off with a hollow noise. The head can take only so much trauma, and the last thought I had was the realization I could no longer move my fingers.
I got up off the ground, a lot more suddenly violent than I might have intended, casting Qara and Dr. Blythe aside.
"James, wait, let's talk about this!"
I felt the anger Ogasawara must have felt, rushing towards the gates where the two guards ounged. I wasn't nearly as large as Ogasawara had been, but I was definitely a head taller than them. I grabbed the shoulders of the nearest one, smalling him into the metal doorframe.
"You'd better start talking, now. You've been nothing but silent and shady since we've gotten here and even if you didn't do anything to him, you just let him wander off into the night? What kind of stupid ass decision was that?" He stared at you, a mixture of shock, anger, and confusion mixing on his young face. Shit, he doesn't speak any English. He yelled at me, shoving me back onto the concrete, taking out his machete and twirling it once as a warning.
Fire burned in my eyes, and I lunged with my hands outstretched, eager to take his head off. Unsurprisingly, charging an armed survivor of the apocalypse with two fists versed in the rule of thirds and blue belt jiu jitsu was not the brightest plan. I snagged his wrist, catching him off guard, slamming it against the side of the shelter with enough force to nearly completely crush it. There was a loud snap, and he dropped the blade, yelling. His wrist immediately swelled up and the other guard started coming towards me, but he waved him off. The other guy nodded, smiling, and put his weapon away.
He shredded his trench coat, revealing a lean but muscular build, the kind you'd see on a well-known martial arts badass. While he raised both of his wrists slowly, I realized I had a good chance of getting my ass beat. The machete was right behind him though, and if I could just...
SMACK
The world spun, and my head collided with something hard, blacking out my vision. I wasn't even sure what hit me. What I was sure of, however, was the sickening crack of plastic, metal, and glass crushed against my hip. My camera, completely destroyed. The pain and splotches in my vision vanished, replaced by red. He stood unfazed, a single foot still suspended in the air, and I realized it was mockery. I lunged again, this time ducking his kick and reaching out for his throat desperately. He brought his foot down seamlessly, and sidestepped, thrusting a heel into my ribcage.
Something definitely snapped this time, and I fell to the ground, only to begin getting up immediately. Unfortunately for me, or perhaps fortunately, he wasted no time with a follow up kick, this one smashing into the side of my neck like a battering ram and sending my skull into a large piece of concrete, where it bounced off with a hollow noise. The head can take only so much trauma, and the last thought I had was the realization I could no longer move my fingers.
